OFR – Chapter 320 Purchase.

The female salesperson stood there, waiting pitifully for Mu Bai’s response, her posture resembling that of a timid little girl — a sight that stirred envy and jealousy in Li Shan’s heart.

But to Xiao Qian and Lanlan, that same look became nothing more than blatant, shameless flirting.

Just moments ago, both girls had underestimated and even dismissed Mu Bai — yet now, for reasons unknown even to themselves, they had already mentally elevated him to the status of an important friend they had brought along.

Maybe it was greed, maybe opportunism.

But either way, the two girls’ attitudes had shifted drastically in a single moment.

Lanlan, especially, had initially found the boy’s cold attitude amusing and even a little contemptible. She thought he was just pretending to be aloof in order to attract attention — playing some silly game of “push and pull.”

She had always despised that kind of emotional manipulation.

But now that the image of the legendary God-Tier Tycoon “Gao Leng Mu” (High-Cold Mu) fully overlapped with the boy in front of her — she realized she had been completely mistaken.

She had seriously overestimated herself this time.

This boy… Lanlan had seen him months ago.

Whether online or in person, his attitude had always been like this — calm, distant, and composed.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have earned the nickname “Gao Leng Mu” in the first place.

His emotionless, indifferent demeanor might seem strange or even laughable on an ordinary person — but on someone with power, wealth, and a mysterious background, it felt completely natural, even expected.

Yes — someone who could casually spend over 100 million on a supercar wasn’t likely to be awed by a Lamborghini worth just a few million.

A boy this young, who already possessed wealth that could intimidate even the elite of Nanjing, was hardly going to waste his time or energy trying to curry favor with a few completely ordinary peers who could offer him absolutely nothing in return.

Let’s be honest — what had they done to deserve such a connection?

Did Li Shan deserve it?

Lanlan, as his girlfriend, knew very well — Li Shan might look like he came from power, but at the end of the day, his wealthy uncle wasn’t his father. Sure, he was one of the few recognized “second-generation elites” in Nanjing…

But even in his 30s, Li Shan couldn’t afford this kind of car.

In fact, he still drove a secondhand Bentley his uncle had passed down to him.

The contrast between him and Gao Leng Mu was stark — an abyss, really. Not even one-tenth comparable.

So in the eyes of any rational person, Li Shan, Lanlan, and her bestie Xiao Qian weren’t even worthy of playing side characters in Gao Leng Mu’s world — maybe not even that. At best, they were background extras — strangers in the crowd.

And yet, Gao Leng Mu hadn’t looked down on them. Nor had he acted arrogantly.

All he showed was a calm, quiet warmth.

For someone of his level, that wasn’t cold — it was remarkably rare.

Lanlan had met her fair share of Nanjing’s rich second-generation elite through Li Shan — many of them well-educated, poised, even polite.

They treated worthy people with grace and civility — but when it came to “nobodies,” there was always a hint of condescension, even if subtle.

Not like this boy.

He showed no sense of superiority, no hidden arrogance — just a peaceful, unaffected manner.

As for his indifference — that was the natural confidence born from immense power.

When the people around you don’t match your level, they’re simply not capable of moving your emotions.

It’s just like expecting the richest person in the world to be stunned by every stranger they meet. That’s not going to happen.

To make someone like that feel anything, you’d have to bring equal power to the table.

Now, as Lanlan bit her lip and stared at him — Gao Leng Mu — her thoughts spun wildly.

Not far away, Mu Bai looked at the hopeful salesperson beside him. After a brief moment of thought, he nodded slightly and purchased the Jiang A99999 license plate.

He liked the look of it. Maybe the price was a bit inflated, but to him, it wasn’t a big deal at all.

But to the saleswoman, that gesture meant everything.

Her face immediately lit up with joy and respect. “Thank you, boss! Thank you so much! I’ll go handle the paperwork right away. I really appreciate it — thank you, boss, thank you!”

She said “thank you” again and again, her voice trembling with sincere gratitude.

If it hadn’t been for her strong professional self-control, she might’ve jumped up and hugged this boy who had just handed her a commission worth years of salary with a simple nod.

“Mhm. It’s fine. Go ahead,” Mu Bai said with practiced calm — clearly used to this kind of reaction.

The woman quickly walked off with the form, still beaming. The other sales staff, though disappointed, maintained their professionalism. After quietly handing Mu Bai their business cards, they respectfully took their leave.

Mu Bai held onto those beautifully printed cards. He didn’t throw them away — that would’ve seemed heartless.

Instead, he casually set them down on the passenger seat of the Koenigsegg he was about to buy.

Once that was done, he stepped out of the car and happened to glance across the exhibition hall — just as his gaze met Lanlan’s.

With his sharp eyesight, Mu Bai immediately noticed something different in her eyes — something not present in Xiao Qian, Li Shan, or anyone else.

That unusual expression told him one thing:

This girl — materialistic, cunning, and sharp-eyed — had probably recognized him.

But even with that realization, he only glanced at her for a moment before looking away.

Mu Bai didn’t say anything. He didn’t react at all.

Because deep down, he had already made up his mind — he had no interest in getting involved with this girl.