At 8:15 in the morning, Wang Lijun finally directed the workers to move the last car out of the showroom.
The open space outside the dealership and the curb were packed with luxury cars, a feast for the eyes akin to a car show, drawing pedestrians to stop in their tracks to take photos, and some even bold enough to touch and try to open the doors.
Wang Lijun's brother-in-law was overseeing everything with some people, ready to scold and shoo away anyone who got too close. When he saw his brother-in-law resting on the planter, he jogged over.
After lighting a cigarette for Wang Lijun, the chubby guy hesitated and said, "Brother-in-law, with all this fuss, we're not only spending a fortune, but we're also wasting a whole morning. Is that Xiao Ming really that bizarre?"
Wang Lijun himself was not sure, but felt he couldn't lose face in front of his brother-in-law. He gave him a disdainful look, "That's why you will never amount to anything.