At this moment, the argument between Song Qiao and Han Qingchuan attracted the attention of many exhibition visitors and staff.
Some people recognized Han Qingchuan.
"Isn't that the Vice President of Dangdai Company?"
"Is that man crazy, daring to confront someone from Dangdai!"
Of course, many didn't know Song Qiao and just thought he was outrageously bold, not knowing what he intended to do.
The conversation was filled with disdain for Song Qiao.
"A bold pauper, he dares to do anything!"
"Heh, what's this? This guy is obviously looking down on people, saying the Vice President's car keys were borrowed."
"Ah, that's really wishful thinking. He's the Vice President of Dangdai Automobile Company, how could he not afford a car?"
Han Qingchuan looked at Song Qiao with utter disgust in his eyes.
Of course, a large part of it was his inner unease – how did this pauper know the car wasn't his?
He just wanted to get rid of this "pauper" in front of him quickly.
He turned his head to Gao Meng, "Beautiful lady, would I be honored to go for a drive with you?"
Gao Meng immediately shook her head.
Han Qingchuan became anxious, cursed under his breath, and tried to grab Gao Meng.
Gao Meng's eyebrows shot up. Was this guy really crazy?
She was about to deliver a harsh blow.
Seeing this, Song Qiao quickly stepped forward, blocking her and protecting her.
He wouldn't let his woman handle such physical confrontations; it had to be him.
"Hmph, using my car to pick up girls, who gave you the guts? I give you three seconds to get out of my sight!"
Han Qingchuan was instantly furious. No one had ever dared to speak to him like this!
His gaze sharpened; he had to teach this ignorant fellow a lesson today.
The surrounding crowd was also stunned. This was a high-ranking executive from a major South Korean company; was this bumpkin insane?
It was likely this guy had lost his mind, daring to say such things.
Many burst into laughter.
They had never seen someone act so brazenly, but it was too awkward.
It was one thing to not be able to afford it, but to claim someone else's car keys were theirs – this kind of thinking truly belonged in a mental institution.
Who did he think he was?
Of course, there were also some who disliked Han Qingchuan and were secretly worried for Song Qiao.
They all felt that Song Qiao had no reason to confront Han Qingchuan here; he should just leave with his girlfriend.
But now, by making such a scene, even if he wasn't dealt with today, he wouldn't get away with it later.
He might even be accused of disrupting the investment environment and causing international disputes.
Han Qingchuan also laughed, looking at Song Qiao with contempt.
The surrounding crowd felt ashamed.
"This guy has truly disgraced the Chinese people."
"Indeed, making a scene like this at such an event is not just embarrassing, it's suicidal!"
"This is an international joke!"
"..."
At this point, several security guards parted the crowd and approached, intending to escort Song Qiao and Gao Meng away, saying:
"We suspect you of intentionally damaging the car exhibition. Please come with us for investigation!"
The crowd started discussing again, with all sorts of opinions.
Some said Song Qiao and his companion deserved it.
Some said Song Qiao was just forced into it, protecting his girlfriend, and that he was a man for doing so.
Song Qiao remained calm. He stepped forward, releasing his aura.
Han Qingchuan, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer, almost losing his balance.
The numerous security guards were also suppressed, their movements restricted.
Song Qiao spoke softly, "Stop pretending to be a peacock here. Give me back my car keys."
Simultaneously, a bodyguard emerged rapidly from behind Han Qingchuan, absorbing most of the oppressive aura.
Han Qingchuan then let out two heavy breaths, his heart pounding as if he could be killed by Song Qiao at any moment.
However, hidden behind the bodyguard, he finally mustered the courage to command from the crowd, "What are you waiting for? Seize him! How dare he spout nonsense in front of me? I'll make him pay dearly, wish he were dead! Don't let the woman go either!"
At this, Han Qingchuan's bodyguards rushed forward, their auras surging, as they targeted Song Qiao and Gao Meng respectively.
"Be careful!" Song Qiao and Gao Meng spoke simultaneously, warning each other.
Song Qiao knew Gao Meng's skills but was worried she might still be weak after her recent exertion.
Gao Meng, on the other hand, realized the bodyguards were not ordinary. Their strength was formidable; the calluses on their hands alone indicated rigorous training.
Not far behind them, Chen Chen grabbed Wei Feng, who was admiring car models, and asked, "The boss is about to fight, shouldn't we step in?"
Wei Feng said, "No rush. The boss hasn't given the signal yet. We'll just watch from the side, preventing any dirty tricks."
Chen Chen nodded. Indeed, they should do as the boss instructed.
Suddenly, Wei Feng pulled Chen Chen back, "Hurry up and go!"
"What's wrong?" Chen Chen exclaimed in alarm.
"That bodyguard is Park Xu, Park Xu from South Korea!" Wei Feng said urgently.
Chen Chen quickened his pace.
Not for any other reason but that his master was Zhang Longsheng, the number one master in South Korea and the founder of Taichi Fist.
Of course, though they were in a hurry, they weren't particularly worried, because when Xu Chong found them, he had told them that Song Qiao's strength was extraordinary, and even the two of them combined might not be able to get the better of him.
"Don't worry, the boss hasn't given the signal yet!" Chen Chen had great confidence in Song Qiao.
Wei Feng nodded in agreement.
"That's for the best! If we go now, we might even get to see how skilled the boss really is," Chen Chen said.
Wei Feng agreed with his point of view.
And amidst the crowd, Han Qingchuan was acting incredibly arrogant and triumphant.
He first burst into laughter, pointing at Song Qiao and Gao Meng, laughing triumphantly.
After a long while, he calmed down.
"Haha, now, I'll give you a chance. Do as I say, and I'll spare your lives."
"You, yes, you, pauper, kneel down and kowtow an apology. That way, I can show mercy and let my men go easy on you, just inflict minor injuries. Otherwise, hehe..."
Before Song Qiao could speak, Gao Meng's eyes blazed with anger, and she fearlessly rebuked him.
"You're shameless! Kneel? Dream on! This is China, not a place for you to run wild!"
After Gao Meng spoke, the crowd was silent for a moment, then erupted in cheers.
"Well said!"
"A man's knees are made of gold, why should we kneel to you?"
"Right, no kneeling!"
"..."
Gao Meng and Song Qiao hadn't expected that the onlookers, who had been mocking them moments ago, would suddenly turn to support them.
Han Qingchuan, however, seemed oblivious to the changes around him.
He turned his head to Gao Meng, looking at her with a lecherous gaze.
"Right, and you too, woman. I'll give you a chance. Come out with me, go for a spin! If you please me, you'll have good..."
"Slap! Ouch!"
Before he could finish speaking, Song Qiao took two steps, first knocking away the bodyguard blocking him and Han Qingchuan, and then delivering a fierce slap, "Who the hell gave you so much gall?"