Chapter 492
Alex’s eyes sharpened, “Are you absolutely sure about what you just said? That I can’t afford anything p>
The woman snorted, crossed her arms, and let her smirk twist into something vicious.
“Oh, I’m very sure. Real buyers don’t walk in looking like a budget disaster. You look like someone who waits for socks to go on clearance. The only thing you can actually afford is irritating people and wasting our time p>
She leaned in, her tone dipped in poison.
“Why ask about a car? Go buy the car key-the fake one that looks real but isn’t. That’s more your speed. Then you can take selfies with your pretend key and post it online. Maybe someone will believe you p>
Alex stepped closer. “You judge people by paint and fabric. I judge people by respect p>
A male salesman scoffed loudly. “You think you can insult your way into respect? Keep dreaming p>
To them, he was nothing-just a delusional man who came on a bicycle, asking about a top-tier flying car he had no business standing near.
Another salesman barked out a contemptuous laugh.
“Honestly, did you even look at the price tag? Or did you count the zeros wrong p>
Alex frowned, “Two hundred thousand dollars. I saw it p>
The salesman stepped closer, eyes narrowing.
“Pardon me, but may I know what you do for work?” He paused, sneering. “Or do you even have a job p>
“I have a job,” Alex said calmly. “I’m a gardener at Eden Group p>
“Oh damn, a gardener p>
The words snapped through the showroom, and people nearby started laughing- low, mocking, cruel. The kind of laughter meant to bruise.
The salesman didn’t even hide his amusement.
“And how much do you earn per month?” he pressed, savoring the humiliation he thought he was about to deliver.
“Three thousand dollars,” Alex replied, as if it didn’t bother him at all.
The salesman let out a derisive snort.
“If you already know the price, then why didn’t you walk out instead of wasting our time?” the salesman scoffed, voice thick with contempt.
“Because I want to buy it,” Alex said.
The salesman let out a sharp, mocking laugh.
“Can you even afford it? Look around-everyone here is watching. When we print the invoice, bring it to you, and tell you to pay… and your balance isn’t enough? When your loan gets rejected on the spot?” He leaned in, eyes gleaming with cruelty.
“Do you understand how humiliating that moment will be for you p>
“Don’t worry,” Alex said calmly. “That won’t happen p>
“Do me a favor,” the salesman said, flicking his hand at Alex like he was shooing off a mosquito. “Head over to the bargain graveyard in the back. Don’t touch the center booths-these are premium cars. Way above your pay grade p>
He leaned closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret.
“You’ll find five-thousand-dollar air-junk back there. If the stars align, maybe even a three-thousand-dollar, one-month-used special. Comes with a free chance of the engine dying mid-air and dropping you like a sack of potatoes p>
People around them burst into laughter.
The salesman grinned with theatrical pity.
“Honestly, your bicycle is safer. At least it won’t fall out of the sky. So if your wallet’s empty, don’t wander into the luxury section. You’ll get a nosebleed p>
Alex’s voice turned cold and razor-sharp.
“Are you sick? Did you forget your medication this morning? Do you need me to call a health android here to cure you p>
The salesman scoffed.
“Hah! Stop bluffing,” the salesman snapped. “I’ll call the android guard and have you thrown out p>
He jabbed a finger toward the entrance.
“You’re nothing but a broke loser here to take selfies and pretend you’re
important. Just another poor idiot trying to pump up his sad little ego while wasting our time p>
Alex gave him a slow, sarcastic smile.
“How much commission do you earn on this car p>
The salesman straightened, proud of the number.
“You wouldn’t believe it even if I told you. But I’ll say it anyway-twenty-five thousand dollars. Money you will never touch in your entire life p>
Alex nodded once. Calm. Controlled.
“Alright. Good to know. You just lost twenty-five thousand dollars p>
Alex turned away, heading straight for the exit cold, silent, and done with the circus-when a sharply dressed, middle-aged man stepped inside. His suit was immaculate, his posture firm, and the Arcturus Regional Manager name tag on his chest made it clear:
This was someone with real authority.
“Are you the manager of this shop p>
“Yes, I am,” the man replied with professional calm. “How may I assist you p>
Alex pointed directly at the rude salesman.
“You should fire these people. Immediately. They can’t even tell the difference between a real customer and a fool wasting time. They’re rotten apples, and keeping them here will poison your entire business p>
One of the salesmen panicked and rushed forward, nearly tripping over his own feet.
“Manager, don’t listen to him! He’s insane!” he blurted. “He’s just a broke nobody who comes in to test-drive cars he’ll never afford. He’s a gardener at Eden Group -three thousand dollars a month p>
“Even if he begged for credit, the system would reject him instantly. He came on a bicycle, Manager. A bicycle! Have you ever seen someone that poor p>
“Credit?” Alex smirked, calm and sharp as a blade. “A broke nobody, you say? Just watch me p>
Without another word, he walked out of the Arcturus booth.
The sales team snickered behind him, proud of chasing away another “freeloader p>
They had no idea who they’d just insulted.
Alex headed straight for the front booths-the section only the ultra-wealthy ever approached.
The air felt different here: colder, quieter, intimidating. Every step echoed against polished marble floors, the kind meant for people who never checked price tags.
VÖXEN.
The crown jewel of Prussian engineering.
The number-one luxury car brand in the entire empire.
And in the center of the hall stood the crown jewel of VÖXEN: a masterpiece of engineering, its metallic body gleaming under the lights like freshly forged silver.
VÖXEN Seraphina
It wasn’t just a car. It was a monster-built with a hybrid aero-marine engine that could fly into the upper sky and dive into deep waters.
A vehicle with military-grade power wrapped in outrageous luxury.
Alex felt the heat of anger simmer in his chest.
Those Arcturus fools dared to look down on him? Fine. He’d show them.
If they thought he couldn’t afford a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car, he’d buy an eight-million-dollar one.
He waved at a nearby sales executive.
“I want to buy this car p>
The young woman blinked, stunned.
“Sir… this model is limited edition. Only a handful of people are even allowed to order it. Right now, only ten exist in all of Prussia. And this one—” she glanced at
the gleaming machine behind her, “—is the display unit only p>
Alex held her gaze, voice steady and resolute.
“If it has a price, I’m buying it. Now p>
She hesitated, searching his face.
“Are you sure you… want to buy it p>
But unlike the arrogant Arcturus staff, she didn’t judge his clothes or the bicycle he
parked outside. In her experience, true wealth rarely wore its fortune on its
sleeves.
Some of the richest people in
Prussia dressed like factory workers. Some billionaires preferred sandals over designer shoes. And con men? They never stepped past the entrance because the prices printed openly on the front display were enough to send them fleeing.
Even the paint on a VÖXEN cost more than a brand-new Arcturus.
“Yes,” Alex said again, firm and unshaken. “I’m sure. Let’s seal the deal now p>
She swallowed hard.
“Sir-this is a special edition. It costs ten million p>
Her voice cracked. In all her years working here, she had never seen anyone walk in and try to buy the most exclusive, ultra-luxury model outright-not without an appointment, not without a convoye of assistants, not without months of negotiation.
Yet this man said it with the ease of ordering coffee.
“Ten million dollars? Still cheap enough,” Alex replied, calm as stone. “Just tell me
if it’s for sale. I’ll transfer the money right now-no delays, no paperwork
headaches p>
“Y-yes… of course!” the woman stuttered, excitement lighting up her eyes.
“Please follow me, sir p>
She practically floated as she led him to her booth-because she already saw her commission exploding like fireworks.