Chapter 3

The police checked the shop’s order slip and the tax records too, and they were just as shocked!

I took the chance and said, “I’m not settling for what they did to me.”

The officer understood immediately. “Then we’ll detain her under public security regulations.”

“As for compensation, you can pursue it through legal channels.”

I finally felt a little better.

After staying in the hospital for a week and making sure I was fine, I went back.

As soon as I got to the shop, I saw the workers repainting the walls.

“What happened?”

“Boss, you’re finally back. Someone splashed paint all over the place last night.”

Seeing this, I was furious.

What’s more, even the bikes had red paint splashed on them. How was I supposed to sell them now?

I called the police again, but without surveillance footage, the culprit had already destroyed the cameras beforehand.

The police came and checked nearby cameras, but they found nothing.

Our shop was in the suburbs, and the camera coverage wasn’t complete. The police said they’d handle it as soon as possible.

But I knew that without evidence, “as soon as possible” was just a polite way of comforting me.

I was still thinking about how to explain this to my customers when I got a phone call.

“Mr. Ryan, your shop really has no bottom line, does it? From now on, our club won’t be buying bikes from you anymore.”

Hearing that, I looked baffled. “What do you mean? How am I the one with no bottom line?”

“Still pretending? That old lady is so old, how could you bring yourself to bully her?”

Before I could ask more, he hung up.

At the same time, my shop’s phone kept ringing nonstop, and every call was someone cursing out my whole family.

There were even plenty of customers who canceled their orders one after another.

I had already taken deposits, and refusing refunds only drew more insults.

But I knew this was only the beginning.

The culprit was Liang Donghai!

Sure enough, a friend forwarded me a video, and in it was that old woman, crying her heart out to the camera.

“My son, Liang Donghai, was tricked by Ryan into buying a motorcycle. He knew my son was a beginner, but just to make money he made my son spend over forty thousand dollars on a death trap!”

“My son, the one I only had when I was forty, is now in a vegetative state. Ryan even threatened me, saying I was extorting him, got me locked up for seven days, and still wants to sue me!”

“What am I supposed to do? I’m just an old woman with nothing! Please, everyone, help me. Please help me!”

Then she dropped straight to her knees in front of the camera.

Seeing this, I almost laughed from anger. This old woman really should have gone into acting.

My shop had just been making a name for itself thanks to the International Superbike Championship, and now one sentence from this old woman had almost knocked me off my pedestal.

But public opinion cuts both ways, and I hoped they could handle the backlash.

“Boss, what do we do? Orders are getting canceled nonstop. These bikes are probably all going straight into storage!”

Looking at the red paint on the bikes and the destroyed cameras, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly.

“Go set up a livestream for me. I’m giving bikes away in a raffle!”

“A $45,800 bike? Why not give it away for free. I want to see how they try to mess with me!”

My assistant immediately got to work and helped me set up the equipment.

And after I opened my account, I posted my first video.

“Hello everyone, I’m Ryan. Tonight I’m exposing the truth about how motorcycle riders ended up in vegetative states. See you in the livestream at 7 p.m. sharp!”

If they wanted money, then come and get it!

That evening at 7, I went live on time. Behind me was a row of bikes priced at $45,800 each.

“Hello everyone, I’m Ryan. Tonight I’m exposing the truth behind how motorcycle riders end up in vegetative states.”

“Here’s my question: anyone who can solve my confusion, I’ll give away a free motorcycle!”

Instantly, tens of thousands of people poured into the livestream.

“Is this for real? Trying to win people over? What a shameless crook!”

“What confusion? Call me dad and I’ll help you!”

“You already got someone turned into a vegetative state, and you still have the face to give away bikes?”

I twisted the throttle toward the camera, and the roaring engine only made them even more agitated.

Then I smiled and pulled out an order slip.

“Liang Donghai, you said you bought one of my bikes. But the order number you provided—why does the customer verification not match you?”

“Did you steal someone else’s screenshot?”

“Or are you just not qualified to buy my bike in the first place?”