Help? Could it be that this Mr. Qin actually secured this BMW 760L by flying my flag?
If that's so, Yang Fan's eyes brightened as he regained his sense of superiority.
"Mr. Qin, as you are Qianqian's friend, that makes you my friend as well. It doesn't matter if you fly my flag, but you should give me a heads up in advance. I hope this kind of thing happens for the first, and the last, time."
Huh? Qin Yu was startled; was this Yang guy talking gibberish?
Qin Yu cleared his throat and asked, "Elder Yang, what do you mean by flying your flag? I don't quite understand."
"Of course, I'm talking about getting the 760L for 760 yuan! Surely, Mr. Qin didn't secure this deal by flying my flag, did he?"
"Of course not," Qin Yu said with a baffled face.
"Since it wasn't, do you have anything you need my assistance with?" Yang Fan's tone began to turn cold.
