From Rock Bottom to Riches: The Wealth Tap System

11. Teaching a Lesson To Beer Belly Uncle

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Rohan turned to the person, his annoyance evident in his tone.

This was his very first car, and he had carefully examined other models before settling on this one.

Now, someone dared to claim that the car he had already decided to buy was his.

"Who are you, sir? The car you're pointing at is the one I've already decided to purchase!" Rohan exclaimed, his face contorted with irritation.

The middle-aged man with a beer belly and a gold digger on his arm stood before him.

"How is that possible? I had my eyes on that car and was planning to buy it today. How can it suddenly be your turn?" the beer-belly uncle arrogantly retorted, as if he had reserved the car and intended to buy it later.

"Mr. Klint, I'm sure you're well aware, but I'll remind you once again that this car arrived today. So, when exactly did you choose it and decide to buy it?" the lady standing beside Rohan interjected, her displeasure evident in her tone.

"Hahaha! What I mean is, when I say a car is mine, it's mine. What can you do about it?" the beer-belly uncle replied with an air of arrogance.

"Please keep your arrogance to yourself and don't throw your weight around here, even if your brother is the general manager!" the lady retorted, her voice cold and unwavering.

'Ohh, that's why this bastard is acting so arrogantly!' Rohan thought, finally understanding the reason behind the beer-belly uncle's obnoxious behavior.

"Hehe, since you're well aware that my brother is the general manager of this branch, why are you acting so rude towards me?" The audacious bastard had the nerve to look at the lady standing beside Rohan with a contemptuous expression, causing Rohan's temple to twitch.

"Ohh, let's make a bet then, shall we? I wonder if I can buy this car today or not!" Rohan said with a playful tone, devising a brilliant plan to teach this scoundrel a lesson.

"What? You, a poor wretch, want to buy this car right in front of me?" the beer-belly uncle arrogantly pointed at Rohan's face, while Rohan kept his anger in check and maintained the same mocking smile on his face.

"Ohh, is Mr. Klint afraid of betting against poor little me?" Rohan's words were dripping with mockery, causing the beer belly uncle to tremble with anger and shame.

"You... how dare you! Who do you think you are? Let's make the bet!" The bastard took the bait, and Rohan smiled inwardly.

"Fine then, whoever loses will have to pay an amount equal to the cost of this car to this lady. How does that sound, Mister? Or are you getting cold feet?" Rohan suggested the stakes of the bet with a provoking tone, ensuring that the bastard wouldn't back out for fear of losing.

"How dare you mock me! Let's bet! I want to see how a poor wretch like you will manage to pay for the car!" The beer-belly man, feeling insulted by Rohan's provocations, accepted the bet.

"Alright then, just don't back out after you lose!" Rohan said with a smug smile, which only managed to annoy Mr. Klint even more.

"I will bear witness to this bet," the lady sighed, seeing the argument escalating but choosing to trust her judgment that the unassuming young man was no ordinary person.

"Please prepare the car papers!" Rohan turned to the lady, flashing a confident smile and gesturing for her to get the necessary documents, implying that he had already won the bet.

The lady brought out the machine and initiated the transaction, while Rohan registered his fingerprint.

A few seconds later,

"The transaction of $470,000 is successful!" the mechanical voice of the machine echoed.

"What... this can't be possible!" exclaimed the man with a beer belly, his gaze shifting from the machine to Rohan's face, which now wore a smug expression.

Mr. Klint appeared shocked and bewildered, as if unable to believe what was happening.

Had it not been for the machine audibly confirming the transaction and providing a clear receipt with the amount stated on it, he might have questioned the authenticity of the machine itself.

"Hehehe! Mr. Klint, surely you're not considering running away from the bet, are you?" Rohan turned to the uncle with the beer belly, who had been on the verge of making a quick escape but froze upon hearing Rohan's sharp, mocking voice.

"Mr. Klint, surely you won't go back on your word, right? I might consider your brother's integrity and never do business in this branch in the future!" Rohan didn't give him a chance to make excuses and continued with his provoking words.

By mentioning his brother, Rohan made the beer belly uncle flinch.

"I-I won't go back on my word!" The beer-belly uncle gritted his teeth, seething with anger as he directed his words toward Rohan as if he wanted to devour him alive.

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