When Zhen Lili heard the store manager say that the POS machine did not have enough credit, she immediately retorted: "Impossible, the credit limit of this POS machine is 50 million!"

After saying that, Zhen Lili's pupils shrank.

In other words, this young man with ordinary clothes actually has more than 50 million in cash?

Zhen Lili’s eyes went dark and she collapsed to the ground.

The store manager shouted at Feng Youming, "Go to my office and bring me the POS machine with the largest limit. Go quickly, don't let Master Fang wait anxiously."

Feng Youming stood at attention: "Yes!"

Fang Yuan didn't expect that the POS machine would have no credit limit, and he almost thought that his money was stolen.

"Don't worry." Fang Yuan said slowly.

Feng Youming took the store manager's POS machine and started to verify the funds.

Fang Yuan called a halt.

"Wait, how much is the limit of this POS machine?"

The store manager quickly replied: "Mr. Fang, this POS machine has a limit of 200 million."

Fang Yuan waved his hand: "Not enough, then how about this. Just swipe the card for me and I'll buy it directly."

This is true.

The store manager shuddered all over.

What the hell?

Isn’t 200 million enough?

The person in front of me is truly a living god of wealth!

The store manager looked embarrassed, "Mr. Fang, it's not that I don't understand. It's just that our company has regulations and there's really nothing we can do. Well, we have an office in the Shanghai area behind us. I'll ask the general manager of Ferrari Shanghai to come over and personally verify your capital. Don't worry, we'll give you a 2% discount if you buy a car now."

"That's... the only way."