When Yang Mo had spoken earlier, it was merely a momentary reaction—an emotional outburst, not something meant to escalate. In most cases, people would simply back off after delivering such a pointed remark. But surprisingly, this young man—the supposed "poor customer"—actually dared to respond in kind, publicly mocking the salesperson's words without hesitation.
His boldness didn't sit well with the young male salesman. Being contradicted in front of so many onlookers bruised his ego. His face twisted with contempt.
"A financial investigation isn't even needed for people like you," the salesman spat, his voice rising. "Do you know where you are? This is a prime development—every inch of this land is worth gold. And yet here you are, a broke nobody, daring to dream of buying property here? What a joke!"
He scoffed louder now, practically puffing up like a bloated toad ready to burst with anger. "If I were you, I'd have slinked away in embarrassment long ago."
Yang Mo let out a low sneer, his expression unreadable. "Dog's eyes," he muttered, clearly unimpressed.
The salesman's face darkened instantly. He bristled like a porcupine provoked. "What did you just say?! Who are you calling a dog?!"
Yang Mo tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Ah, you're right. 'Dog's eyes' might be too mild… perhaps a dog's fight would be more fitting."
That did it. The color drained from the salesman's face, then returned in a furious, blotchy red. He stood frozen, speechless and fuming. His name was Xiao Tang, and everyone in this sales office knew he had a cousin who worked as the lobby manager. That status usually gave him leverage to push others around. Yet here was a man—dressed plainly, far from the appearance of wealth—publicly ridiculing him like this.
And what stung even more? The insult had clearly hit home.
"You look like a beggar and think you can bully me?" Xiao Tang burst out. "Do you even know where you're standing? Take a good look in the mirror before you come here trying to act tough! You think this is a playground? You want trouble? Fine, I'll give you trouble. Get the hell out before I lose my temper and make you regret showing up!"
His curses came one after another, his voice rising with each word. By now, the scene had attracted a sizable crowd. Bystanders whispered, salespeople glanced at one another nervously, slowly backing away to avoid getting dragged in.
Despite the rising tension, Yang Mo remained calm. He stood firm, unflinching, and met Xiao Tang's furious glare head-on. The atmosphere around them thickened with unspoken challenge.
Just then, Yuki—the young salesgirl with the ponytail—hurried forward in an attempt to defuse the tension.
"Sir, if you're still interested in viewing the property, please follow me," she said gently, trying to shift the mood.
But instead of calming down, Xiao Tang's fury reignited. In his eyes, Yuki's gesture was a betrayal—a junior colleague siding with the "enemy."
"Stop right there, Yuki! What's the meaning of this? Are you looking down on me too?" he snapped. "If it wasn't for you stepping in, this lowlife would've already left humiliated. Now look at what you've done—embarrassed me in front of everyone!"
Yuki froze. Her face turned pale as the crowd shifted their attention to her. She tried to explain, her voice trembling, "Brother Xiao… you misunderstood me. That wasn't my intention. I'm just trying to help—"
"The hell you are!" Xiao Tang cut her off. "You think you can just step in and speak for me? I'm a gold medal salesman here—when has it ever been your place to 'help' me?!"
More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle. Several other sales agents came forward, attempting to de-escalate the situation, but Xiao Tang was beyond reason. In his rage, he flung the property leaflet to the floor and pointed a trembling finger at Yang Mo.
"I'm putting it out there right now—whoever receives this guy is going against me! You help him, you answer to me!"
The sales floor fell into a stunned silence. Everyone turned to look at Yuki, who now stood frozen in place, torn between her conscience and her workplace politics. She had been the one to offer help first, and now she found herself caught in the crossfire.
Yang Mo, watching the display with steady eyes, finally stepped forward.
"I don't want to waste time with people like you," he said coolly. "Where is your department manager? Is this how your sales office treats potential buyers?"
Xiao Tang folded his arms and sneered. "You? You want to meet our department manager? Don't make me laugh! Our clients are actual buyers, not window shoppers like you. People like you don't get to demand service. Now scram before I call security."
From Xiao Tang's point of view, Yang Mo was bluffing—trying to use a show of authority to save face. In his mind, even if the department manager did show up, his status as a gold medal salesman would guarantee the upper hand.
But to Xiao Tang's surprise, Yang Mo laughed.
"Unreasonable?" Yang Mo echoed his words, chuckling. "You say I'm being unreasonable?"
His smile faded, and in its place came a deadly calm. "I'm not the one shouting like a lunatic in front of potential buyers. You just insulted a customer on company property, tried to publicly humiliate your colleague, and threatened people for doing their job. And you think you'll walk away from this clean?"
Now the crowd was whispering louder, some even taking out their phones to record. Yuki looked from Yang Mo to Xiao Tang, uncertain what would happen next.
Yang Mo straightened his posture and said firmly, "If I don't get to speak with your department manager, I'll go one level higher. You're not just insulting me—you're damaging the reputation of this entire company. Let's see if your so-called gold medal can shield you then."
Xiao Tang's smug expression began to falter. The people around him were no longer backing him up. Even the other sales agents stepped further away, unwilling to be dragged into this confrontation.
For the first time, Xiao Tang's confidence wavered.
And Yang Mo? He remained calm, composed, and unwavering.