"I'd like to see who the unreasonable one is today."
As soon as those words were spoken, a glint of cunning flashed in Xiao Tang's eyes. He had been waiting for this moment. If Yang Mo kept pressing forward, he could twist the situation to his advantage, summoning security and getting rid of him without dirtying his own hands.
Once I get security involved, Xiao Tang thought smugly, I'll make sure this brat has a miserable time.
Throwing his head back, Xiao Tang shouted at the top of his lungs, "Security! Hurry up—someone's causing trouble over here! Get them out—now!"
Hearing the commotion, two nearby security guards jogged over immediately. One of them stepped forward, eyes narrowing.
"What's going on here?"
But before Yang Mo could open his mouth to explain, Xiao Tang jumped in with a furious expression, his tone loud and authoritative.
"That's the guy! He came here to stir up trouble. He's not here to buy a house—just to make a scene. Hurry up and restore order. We can't let this ruin our image!"
The security guards swept their gazes around. A small crowd was already beginning to gather, curious onlookers muttering amongst themselves. It was a busy day at the sales office, and the noise was attracting more attention by the second.
One of the guards took two steps toward Yang Mo and scowled. "Young man, this isn't the place for you to start problems. I suggest you leave before we're forced to take action."
Yang Mo's eyes grew cold as he took in the situation. It was clear now—these guards were in cahoots with the sales team. They hadn't even heard his side of the story.
"Listening to just one side," Yang Mo said calmly, his voice like ice, "do you think that's how you get to the truth?"
He narrowed his gaze at the security team. "So this is why he was so confident about calling for you—you're working together."
"Watch your mouth!" one of the guards barked back, his voice booming. "Don't accuse us without proof. Don't make us rough you up!"
The shouting attracted more attention. Customers who had been browsing the listings began trickling over. A few of the earlier witnesses whispered to the new arrivals, explaining what had happened.
"What's going on?"
"I heard that young man was mistreated by the salesman. Apparently, they looked down on him because they assumed he had no money."
"Seriously? Is that still happening in this day and age? That's disgraceful…"
More and more people began gathering around, eyes focused on the unfolding scene. Murmurs of discontent rippled through the crowd.
Sensing things were beginning to spiral out of control, Xiao Tang tried to shift the narrative before it could slip any further from his grasp.
"Don't try to play the victim," he snapped, pointing an accusing finger at Yang Mo. "You're the one causing a scene. You show up here, pretending to be a customer—no funds, no intention of buying—just here to spy for a rival company!"
The crowd gasped.
Xiao Tang took a breath and sneered, "If you care about your reputation, you'll leave now before the truth comes out and you embarrass yourself."
Yang Mo let out a low chuckle, amused by the absurdity. "I've seen shameless people before, but this is a new level."
Xiao Tang's accusations were getting ridiculous. He was now being accused of espionage, all to protect a fragile ego?
If this were my past self, Yang Mo thought bitterly, maybe I would've walked away. But not anymore. Not in this life. I'm not letting anyone walk over me again.
The tension had reached a boiling point, but Yang Mo remained calm. Seeing the curious stares of the onlookers gave him unexpected peace of mind. He raised his head and said loudly:
"Why should I be cautious when I've done nothing wrong?"
Just then, a middle-aged man from a nearby outlet tentatively stepped closer and asked, "Hey, little brother, what's this all about? Why are you fighting?"
Without hesitation, Yang Mo calmly recounted everything that had happened—from the discrimination he faced when he walked in, to the way Xiao Tang had tried to humiliate him.
The crowd listened intently. When Yang Mo was done, he looked around at the gathering audience and said clearly:
"Let me ask you this—was I wrong to come here and look at houses? Even if I can't afford one right now, is it a crime to inquire? Is it a sin to dream of owning a home one day?"
His words struck a chord.
People in the crowd began nodding. A large portion of them hadn't come to buy outright either—they were exploring, comparing prices, trying to make an informed decision about a serious investment. Housing wasn't a loaf of bread—it was a life-altering purchase.
"He's absolutely right," one woman said. "Everyone here's a potential customer. Why the discrimination?"
"If they treat people like this before we even buy, how will they treat us after we've handed over our hard-earned money?" someone else scoffed.
"I can't believe that salesman was awarded a gold medal. For what? Arrogance?"
"Honestly, I was about to pay the deposit today… But after seeing this, I'm going somewhere else."
Several people turned to leave on the spot.
Xiao Tang's face turned red, his fists clenched at his sides. Things were unraveling fast—and not in the direction he had planned.
Yang Mo sneered inwardly. So much for being a gold medal salesman. All your tricks fall apart the moment the crowd sees the truth.
At that moment, the lobby manager arrived, having been alerted by the commotion. His expression turned grim as he quickly assessed the situation. After listening to a few accounts, he turned to Yang Mo with a sincere look.
"Sir, I'm deeply sorry. Clearly, our service today has fallen short of expectations. Please accept my heartfelt apology on behalf of our staff. This seems to have been a misunderstanding, and I hope you can forgive us."
Yang Mo didn't even glance at him. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed directly at Xiao Tang.
"This matter doesn't involve you, Manager. But he"—his finger jabbed like a dagger—"must apologize."
The crowd fell silent again. Many had expected things to end with the manager's apology. But Yang Mo wasn't going to let it go that easily.
The manager hesitated. He knew Xiao Tang was his cousin, and his first instinct had been to smooth things over without dragging him down. But under the weight of so many eyes, he couldn't show favoritism.
He shot Xiao Tang a subtle look and whispered in a low voice, "Xiao Tang, you were in the wrong this time. Apologize to the customer—now."