Seeing the boss back down, the second-generation rich kid showed no reaction and turned back to await a response from the other end of the phone.
However, several more seconds passed, and the call still hadn't gone through.
Who was the mysterious figure on the other end of the line? At this moment, everyone had no idea. He was unfathomable and completely unpredictable.
But the repeated unanswered calls made people wonder if this guy was just putting on a show, and his backing wasn't as strong as he claimed.
Just as everyone began to doubt, the call finally connected.
After a few hushed words with the person on the other end, he turned to look at the boss.
"It's settled then, tomorrow!"
Then he continued his conversation with the person on the line.
During this time, the boss was extremely anxious, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.
The second-generation rich kid then looked at the boss again, his phone still not hung up.
"How about this, I'll give you another chance. Kneel down now and apologize to me, say 'Dad, I'm sorry, son knows he was wrong.' That way, I might consider letting you continue with this small business. What do you say?"
Hearing this, the boss froze. Kneel down in public? And say such words?
Wouldn't that mean losing all dignity?
This was a choice between dignity and his career! Who could possibly make such a decision?
For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire room became even quieter.
The department manager, a young and pretty girl, personally pleaded with the second-generation rich kid. She apologized and tried to appease him, even resorting to a girl's ultimate weapon – acting cute.
However, the second-generation rich kid remained unmoved.
The boss saw her genuine sincerity in trying to intercede for him. At this moment, he couldn't blame her for not handling things properly. It was just that this guy in front of him was too unreasonable.
After a few more seconds, the boss couldn't stand seeing his manager being bullied any longer. He gritted his teeth and made a decision!
"Alright, I..."
Just then, another voice suddenly interrupted the boss's words.
Cao Baiming stepped forward from the shadows, standing in front of the second-generation rich kid.
"Hold on, you wanted the boss to go with you to see a car today, right? The urgent matter he mentioned was actually accompanying me to see a car. I am the more important client."
The second-generation rich kid was stunned. He thought the boss really had an urgent matter, only to find out he was going to accompany another client. His anger surged.
Ignoring Cao Baiming, he turned to the boss and said:
"Good for you! Since that's the case, I'm telling you, this won't be easily overlooked. Now you have to go to the lobby and kneel in front of everyone. And this manager, you need to come to my room tonight and serve me well. Only then will there be a sliver of hope!"
Hearing this, the manager instinctively made a protective gesture with her hands.
Cao Baiming, on the other hand, was enraged by the second-generation rich kid's behavior. How dare he not take him seriously?
It seemed this guy was also bad with faces, but that didn't matter anymore. He wouldn't be leaving today without learning a lesson.
Cao Baiming said nothing, but directly punched the second-generation rich kid in the face.
As an athlete, Cao Baiming's strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. With this punch, the young man flew back over a meter. Everyone in the room was completely stunned.
Mind you, the phone call was still ongoing. The other end was confused about what was happening, and questions kept coming from the earpiece. Cao Baiming heard it all, but the second-generation rich kid was in too much pain to speak.
Blood seeped from his lips, and his face rapidly swelled within seconds. He then hurled the phone he was holding onto the tiled floor.
Cao Baiming took a step forward and picked up the phone.
"Alright, stop asking. I just punched your kid and sent him to the ground. He's a bit disoriented right now and might not be able to speak."
After saying that, Cao Baiming hung up the phone.
This, however, terrified the boss. He feared that the other party's anger would be directed at him, leading to the store being shut down completely the next day!
"Don't worry, that won't happen!"
Cao Baiming suddenly turned around and said to the boss and the department manager.
Their surprise intensified. Could this guy read minds?
They could only remain silent and leave the stage to Cao Baiming.
The second-generation rich kid on the ground slowly got up. He was furious, but he had never physically fought before. He instinctively reached for his phone nearby, muttering something about waiting.
"Stop looking, it's with me."
Just as the second-generation rich kid was about to speak, he was interrupted again.
"Stop. Don't say another word. Every word you speak will only strengthen my impulse to throw a second punch. But with your frail body, I'm afraid this punch might actually kill you. I don't want to kill someone on such a good day, do you understand?"
"You'd better listen to me obediently."
"It was wrong for the boss not to accompany you to see the car today. However, he made two apology calls this morning. You're still holding onto it, you know? You're not just confronting the boss anymore, and the manager has nothing to do with it. You are directly confronting me."
"Since that's the case, I'll be straightforward. I want to comfortably look at cars today, and I plan to buy a few to take back. I might even come back in the future. So, if you disrupt the business of this store, you are also going against me."
...
Listening to Cao Baiming's words, the second-generation rich kid gradually began to find the face in front of him somewhat familiar.
A name quietly formed in his mind.
"No way, no way!"
Suddenly, the second-generation rich kid scrambled up from the ground and took two steps back.
Cao Baiming's eyes lit up, and he stopped talking, looking at the second-generation rich kid.
"What, you recognize me now?"
The second-generation rich kid dared not speak further. He realized he had provoked someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Although he himself wasn't a die-hard football fan, nor a fan of Cao Baiming, he knew very well that Cao Baiming's influence extended far beyond just football.
His wealth alone could crush him.
He knew that if he called his family for help now, the response would likely be a stern scolding. He had provoked someone he shouldn't have, and his family probably couldn't afford to offend them either.
Seeing his current demeanor, Cao Baiming showed no intention of backing down.
"Now, you immediately apologize to these two. You said some extremely offensive things earlier, remember?"