As more and more people at the auto show scorned Bai Yan, the patrolling security guards also started to take notice of him. For these security guards, maintaining order at the auto show and driving away riffraff with no intention to buy was part of their job.
And in their eyes, Bai Yan was a car show riffraff with no intention of buying.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry, but sir, if you don't intend to buy a car, you will have to leave."
Several security guards came over and blocked Bai Yan's way.
While the security guards were polite in tone, their expressions were fierce, with sturdy builds and eyes fixed on Bai Yan, ready to forcefully remove him at the slightest provocation.
Bai Yan frowned slightly: "How do you know I'm not here to buy a car?"
"Buying a car?"
"This guy must be delusional from poverty, right?"
"He's been wandering around for half an hour and hasn't bought a single car. How can this pauper still pretend he's here to buy?"
