Self-Boasting, Self-Fulfilling

"Huh?"

Lin Yi's words stunned Zhang Yelei and Sun Qian.

They expected to only be able to sell a little more than five of them.

Therefore, he had to be exaggerating when he said that he would definitely sell ten of them.

"Sir, the latest Civic model costs at least 110,000 yuan, yet you said that if we can't sell them, you'll buy them yourself. Are you sure of this?"

"Why not?" Lin Yi said, "If you can't sell it, I'll take care of it."

Lin Yi knew Civics very well. The highest spec model was less than 200,000 yuan.

Even if they could not sell even one, two million yuan was enough to buy all ten of the cars.

After all, it was his first live streams. He could not fail.

"Alright, let's wish Brother Mask a good start."

Sun Qian crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking down on this mysterious masked man.

Do you think these are cabbages in the market?

He wanted to sell ten? How was that possible?