"I want this car." After listening to the female salesperson's answer, Wen Tangjian said directly to the female salesperson, and at the same time took out a card and handed it to the female salesperson.
The female salesperson was stunned, and Yang Xiaole and others were also stunned. Damn it, Wen Tangjian really wants to buy this Lamborghini? What do you mean?
When Wentang Jian saw the female salesperson standing still, a look of displeasure appeared on her face, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
The female salesperson's delicate body trembled, and she woke up from the surprise, and quickly took the bank card in Wen Tangjian's hand.
While taking the bank card, she also looked at Yang Xiaole. Yang Xiaole was the one who liked the car first, which made her very embarrassed.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Wen, what do you mean? You can't get along with me? I took a fancy to this car first, and everything should be done on a first-come, first-served basis, right?" Yang Xiaole said, you, Wen Tangjian, are paralyzed and think you can be arrogant if you have money.
?I want to see how arrogant you are today.
Wen Tangjian said: "You are right, I like this car, so I want it."
Yang Xiaole smiled and said: "Haha, Mr. Wen, you don't know something. I also like this car. I'm sorry, I can't give it to you."
Wentang Jiandao: "That's your business, Yang Xiaole, I want to order this car."
Yang Xiaole shrugged: "I also want to tell you this: I also want to order this car."
Chen Yang and the other three once again saw Yang Xiaole's courage. Who is the other party? He is the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary. Yang Xiaole openly dared to contradict the other party, and even wanted to compete with the Municipal Party Committee Secretary's son for a car.
If it had been anyone else, they might not have done that, nor would they have fought with the municipal party secretary's son. They had not had time to curry favor with the municipal party secretary's son, so how could they have fought for a car with him?
It's a pity that Yang Xiaole is not one of those people. It doesn't matter whether Wen Tangjian is the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary. Yang Xiaole only knows one thing, that is, he hates Wen Tangjian very much.
The female salesperson was extremely depressed. Judging from the scene in front of her, it was not easy for her to get such a large commission today. Both parties had to compete for this Lamborghini. That was the problem.
She wasn't worried about anything. The only thing she was worried about was that if the two parties got into a red-faced argument and finally left each other, and neither of them bought the car, wouldn't she be extremely sad?
Ling Waner said: "Yang Xiaole, can't you let others do it?"
Yang Xiaole said with a bad smile: "Miss, give me a reason why I should let him go? Just because he is the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary? Don't forget, I was the first to like this car, and it's not like I can't afford it.
, is there any reason to give it to him?"
Ling Wan'er was so choked that her face turned red. Yang Xiaole's words were reasonable. He, Yang Xiaole, was the one who liked the car first. What reason was there for giving it to someone else? It was her cousin who was being unreasonable, not Yang Xiaole.
"Beauty, go through the formalities for me. I want this car." Yang Xiaole didn't pay much attention to Ling Waner, and also took out a bank card and handed it to the female salesperson.
The female salesperson took the bank card from Yang Xiaole's hand with a numb expression. She had never seen such a scene before. At this moment, the biggest wish in her heart was to have two black Lamborghinis. In that case, the two parties would not be able to
There will be a fight, and she can also get more commissions, which is simply the best of both worlds. Of course, now all this is simply a fantasy, there is only one car.
Caught between Yang Xiaole and Wen Tangjian, it was difficult for her. She didn't know who to sell the car to. Yang Xiaole had taken a fancy to the car first, but she also heard from the other party's words just now that Wen Tangjian was the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary.
She can't afford to offend.
Not to mention her, even her boss can't afford to offend the municipal party secretary. What should she do?
"Third Master, how about we choose another car." Zeng Yin pulled Yang Xiaole's clothes and whispered, he didn't want Yang Xiaole to fight with Wentang Jian.
Chen Yang also said: "Third Master, I still like Ferrari, how about we go see Ferrari." Chen Yang also whispered, although it was the first time he met Wen Tangjian today, he could feel Wen Tangjian.
Jian is a very strong person.
As the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, he does have strong conditions!
Yang Xiaole didn't take it seriously and said: "Wentangjian has the ability to be pretentious, but this world is still the people's world, everything must be reasonable, so what about the municipal party secretary? He must also be reasonable.
There is another reason why Wentangjian is not afraid of Wentangjian. In addition to Yang Xiaole's opinion that Wentangjian is unreasonable, there is another reason, that is, he is also a member of the National Security Bureau. Wentangjian is very powerful, and he, Yang Xiaole, cannot be underestimated.
"Why are you still standing there? Where is your manager? Call him out." Wen Tangjian yelled and scolded the female salesperson bloody. When he saw the saleswoman taking Yang Xiaole's bank card, Wen Tangjian was extremely angry.
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At this time, a fat man-looking man came over. Before he arrived, a fawning voice came first, "Mr. Wen, what kind of wind brought you here."
"Stop talking nonsense, I want this car. Let me go through the formalities." Wen Tangjian pointed at the black Lamborghini in front and said to the fat man.
This fat man is the manager of the car dealership. He just received a report from below that something happened in the sales hall, so he rushed over immediately, but he didn't expect Wen Tangjian to be here.
"Okay, Mr. Wen, please wait a moment, I will make arrangements right away." The fat manager said, he didn't care why Wen Tangjian wanted to buy a car, as long as he could buy it, he would sell a high-end car.
As a manager, he also gets a lot of commissions.
Yang Xiaole frowned, "Wait a minute, I was the first to take a fancy to this car, why should I sell it to him?"
"Boss, our car dealership has many other models of sports cars, and you will definitely like them." The fat manager said with a smile.
"It's boring to keep saying the same thing. I want this car." Yang Xiaole pointed at the Lamborghini in front of him and said to the fat manager.
"Boss, why bother! Take a step back and the world is brighter." There are always customers coming to the door. The fat manager doesn't dare to offend, let alone someone who can afford a Lamborghini?
"Well, that makes sense. Then let the other party give in. I like this car." Yang Xiaole said.
The fat manager saw this and said again: "Boss, how about you think this is okay? If you like this model of Lamborghini, I can help you place an order, and then go to the manufacturer to order another one, and our car dealership will give you a big discount.
, what do you think?"
Yang Xiaole shook his head: "No, I don't have the time to wait, and I'm not very interested in the big discounts you mentioned."
The fat manager smiled bitterly. Yang Xiaole was unwilling to make concessions, and I believe Wen Tangjian was even less willing to make concessions. Everyone was arguing. Wen Tangjian was the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, so there was no need to expect him to make concessions.
What should we do now? There is only one car, and there are two parties to buy it, and no one can sell it to anyone.
In the Fat Manager's mind, he wanted to sell the car to Wen Tangjian because Wen Tangjian was the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary.
"Yang Xiaole, what are you pretending to be? Didn't you just beat my cousin by 10 million? You make it seem like you have a lot of money and you don't care about big discounts? You are quite powerful in bragging." Ling Waner said coldly.
She said that she hated anyone who was against her cousin.
Yang Xiaole sighed: "Alas! Why is it so hard to find beauties with both beauty and intelligence? Some women are very beautiful, but they are just vases. What a pity, what a pity."
Ling Wan'er's pretty face turned red and black in turns, and even a fool could tell that Yang Xiaole was hurting her, calling her a vase and a loser.
"Yang Xiaole, be careful what you say, who are you scolding? Isn't it? How much will you have left after buying a car with 10 million? I really don't understand what you are thinking."
Yang Xiaole laughed and said: "Haha, of course I can't compare with Mr. Wen. His father is the secretary of the municipal party committee, so of course he has endless money."
Wen Tangjian's face darkened and he said coldly: "Yang Xiaole, what do you mean? No matter how much money I have, I earned it myself. Don't involve my father."
Nowadays, the biggest fear of being an official is being associated with the word corruption. That's why Wentangjian was so nervous and wanted to block Yang Xiaole's mouth with something.
"Haha, don't be nervous, I'm just talking. Mr. Wen, why are you nervous? Did your father really do a lot of shameful things?" Yang Xiaole asked again.
"Yang Xiaole, just based on these few words of yours, I can sue you for defamation." Wentang Ken said.
Yang Xiaole nodded silently. Wen Tangjian could do that and sue him. In order not to cause trouble for himself, Yang Xiaole had no choice but to keep his mouth shut on this issue.
Ling Wan'er and others didn't know about Yang Xiaole's great show of power in the Xingyun Club casino that day. They also didn't know that Yang Xiaole was already a member of Xingyun Club, and his salary was not low, with a monthly salary of 500,000 yuan, which was absolutely scary.
"Manager, what should we do now?" the female salesperson walked up to the fat manager and asked, holding two bank cards in her hand. She really didn't know what to do.
She really wanted to throw the two bank cards on the ground, turn around and leave for such a thankless job. This lady would no longer take care of this kind of errand.
"Help Mr. Wen go through the formalities." The fat manager said. Since neither party could offend, and Yang Xiaole refused to make concessions, he had no choice but to do business first.
"Why? Give me a reason." Yang Xiaole asked coldly, feeling puzzled and angry about the fat manager's decision.
Wen Tangjian said: "You want a reason? It's simple, because I am a senior member of this car dealership, and the car dealership has a written rule that all service objects are members first, let alone someone like me.
I am a senior member, so as long as the car has not gone through the formalities, I have the right to buy it." Wen Tangjian was very proud.
Yang Xiaole felt something was wrong and quickly looked at the fat manager, "Is that so?"
The fat manager nodded: "Boss, in fact, we have other models of sports cars that are very good-looking. You can take a look. You will definitely be satisfied with them."
Yang Xiaole knew that he was going to lose to Wentangjian today. He was so paralyzed! It was not simple. This stupid Wentangjian was hidden so deeply. He did it on purpose. He deliberately did not say that he was a member of the car dealer.
Just waiting for this moment.
"Haha, Yang Xiaole, don't you feel good? The manager has already given you a step to step down, but you just don't know what is good and you insist on fighting, so you are asking for trouble." Wen Tangjian was very happy that he could play with Yang Xiaole.
Being able to walk around like a clown is a joyful thing.
Yang Xiaole smiled bitterly, he knew he was careless, but how could he be blamed for this? Who would have known that Wentangjian would be a senior member here?
"Third Master, let's buy something else." Zeng Yin said. If we continue to make trouble, we will only bring trouble to ourselves.
"Yang Xiaole, do you still want to fight with me now?" After finally finding such an opportunity, how could Wen Tangjian let it go so easily?