The manager had a complicated look on his face. He reached out to take the financial documents, glanced at them, and his expression changed.
He took the bank card from Hu Huifeng, held it in front of Chen Yang with both hands, and said respectfully: "Mr. Chen, fortunately, this is your card, please keep it."
"Mr. Chen, please come inside and have tea."
The manager was extremely polite and courteous. He smiled bitterly and said, "The housework will make you laugh."
Chen Yang took the card coldly, waved his hand and said: "No need for tea, I want to take a look."
Meimei looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief. The change in the manager's attitude said it all.
"Really...really bought it?"
"How can this poor guy afford a Panamera worth 3.18 million?"
Thinking again that Chen Yang was originally looking for her and the commission he got, Mei Mei's heart bleeds.
At this time, Hu Huifeng also learned what happened from the people next to her, and shouted: "No way, I didn't!"
Meimei recovered from the shock and decided to at least nail Hu Huifeng to death no matter what.
She raised her phone and said, "I'll send you the video, and you can watch it yourself. Colleagues, everyone has it, so you can watch it several times."
Hu Huifeng saw the video sent on her mobile phone. The last scene of the video was fixed on her face. She turned pale with anger.
She cried out: "I didn't, I really didn't."
"Manager, you believe me."
"I really didn't do it."
Meimei asked with joy of victory: "How do you explain the video?"
"Synthetic. It must be synthetic!"
Hu Huifeng was very sure that she had never done it and answered without hesitation.
Meimei sneered, opened WeChat, and said while operating: "I knew you wouldn't admit it, it's okay, I have witnesses."
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He could tell at a glance that the video was synthesized and the technology was average.
What surprised him was that Meimei could still find witnesses?
Meimei clicked on a voice message on WeChat, and a middle-aged and elderly man's voice rang out:
"You're talking about Hu Huifeng, haha, I tried it last time."
"Also, Meimei, tell your manager that the white needles that day were pretty good. Prepare more later. I'll go and have tea with him."
Meimei struck while the iron was hot: "Everyone must be familiar with this voice, it belongs to Brother Liu."
"Hu Huifeng, you said the video is fake, is Brother Liu also fake?"
After Meimei said this, the manager shook his head and sighed, and fell silent.
In fact, because of the reputation of Chen Yang, a wealthy man who could buy Paramela without blinking an eye, he originally didn't want to deal with Hu Huifeng.
No matter what violation there is, even if the video is irrefutable, the manager is going to press the matter.
In the sales industry, what is more important than performance and connections with high-quality customers?
However, when he heard that voice, he knew he couldn't do this.
The manager glanced at the triumphant Meimei, felt embarrassed for a while, and felt like he was being forced into danger.
Chen Yang touched his chin with a strange expression.
Why does that voice sound so familiar to him?
After Hu Huifeng broke out, she stood there dumbly.
I think of all my colleagues, each of whom has a video, and I don’t know how many times I have to watch it when I go back. I also think that in a few hours, this video will be spread to all the 4S stores selling cars in Xiajiang City...
She even wanted to die.
At this time, Chen Yang touched Hu Huifeng's arm and asked: "Who is Lao Liu they are talking about?"