Soon after, Li Mengmeng brought the manager, a middle-aged man in his forties.
"Manager Gao, this gentleman wants to know more about the more expensive Mercedes-Benz." Li Mengmeng pointed at Hong Yu and introduced.
Gao Junjie glanced at Hong Yu and was immediately disappointed.
Just now, he was drinking tea in the office, and Li Mengmeng knocked on the door and came in.
It was said that a big customer came to the store and he thought the Mercedes-Benz in the store was too cheap and wanted a more expensive one.
He thought some big boss was coming and immediately came out to entertain him.
After all, the most important thing in the car selling business is connections.
Through one big boss, you can get to know more big bosses, so why worry about business not being prosperous?
Unexpectedly, when I came over and saw him, I saw that he was just a young boy in ordinary clothes, who had nothing to do with the big boss.
But due to his professionalism, he still asked politely:
"Sir, I am the manager here. I heard that you think the cars in our store are too cheap. I wonder how much a car you plan to buy?"
Hong Yu said calmly: "Let's start with three million."
As soon as these words came out, Gao Junjie was so shocked that his eyes widened.
Isn’t this tone too loud?
In the entire Jiangling County, not many people can afford to drive a car worth more than three million yuan.
Li Mengmeng was also a little dumbfounded.
"Holy crap, this guy really dares to say, does he know how much three million is?"
"I don't think a snakeskin bag can fit in it. How can you, a poor fellow like you, carry it out?"
In the 4S store, many people looked at Hong Yu with contempt.
Wang Daolong on the side couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and interrupted:
"Manager Gao, this guy is just bragging, don't believe him."
"He is my cousin. I know best what the family situation is like. I am a poor student, and my father is a farmer. The houses I live in now are all brick houses from the 1990s, and they still leak when it rains."
"For such a poor guy, let alone three million, I don't think he can even afford two thousand yuan."
Hearing this, Gao Junjie's impression of Hong Yu became even worse. How could a poor boy with a poor family pretend to be rich here?
However, as a manager, his words and deeds represent the image of the 4S store, so it is naturally impossible for him to ask the security guards to kick Hong Yu out directly.
He said patiently: "Sir, I can get you a car worth more than three million yuan from the Mercedes-Benz 4S store in the city, but you have to pay a deposit first."
Hong Yu said: "How much deposit do you need to pay?"
Gao Junjie said with a bad smile: "Not much, just half a million. I believe that with your husband's financial resources to buy a three million luxury car, it will not be difficult to come up with this little money, right?"
Everyone in the store could tell that Gao Junjie was deliberately trying to embarrass Hong Yu.
Who paid the deposit and paid so much?
'I let you pretend to be a kid, now I'll see how you step down.'
Everyone held their hands and watched the excitement.
Wang Daolong smiled and said: "If you are surnamed Hong, please pay a deposit if you can. If you can't afford the deposit, get out of here quickly. Don't be embarrassed here."
Just when everyone thought Hong Yu would make various excuses, saying that he couldn't pay.
Hong Yu took out a bank card from his pocket and said two words: "Swipe the card."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
Damn it, does this guy really have that much money?
Some people with good eyesight exclaimed after noticing the bank card in Hong Yu's hand: "That seems to be the platinum card of Bank of China?"
As soon as these words came out, many people in the store looked at the bank card in Hong Yu's hand.
"Holy crap, it's really a platinum card from Bank of China."
"I know a big boss with assets worth hundreds of millions, and he has an identical platinum card like this."
"I heard that you have to have a deposit of more than 50 million to get a platinum card from Bank of China. I only have a million dollars in hand, so I can only get a gold card from Bank of China."
In the store, many customers commented.
They were so horrified that they never expected that Hong Yu was the holder of the Platinum Membership Card of Bank of China.
For a moment, those who had previously mocked Hong Yu for being poor shook their heads and no longer dared to say a word.
If China Bank Platinum Member Card holders are poor, then what are they?
Is he the poorest of the poor?
Gao Junjie was dumbfounded and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Of course he also recognized the Bank of China platinum card in Hong Yu's hand.
It was a symbol of status and his lifelong pursuit.
He has been working hard in society for twenty years. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is considered a successful person, earning five to six hundred thousand a year. Sometimes, if the store is doing well, he can earn more than a million.
But there is still an insurmountable gap between us and getting a platinum card from Bank of China.
You can never get it through hard work.
It can only depend on luck.
"Impossible, this is impossible..."
Wang Daolong was confused as he listened to everyone's discussion. He kept shaking his head, not wanting to believe this fact at all.
He knows better than anyone what is going on in Hong Yu's family.
He is obviously a poor man!
How did he become the holder of Bank of China Platinum Membership Card in such a blink of an eye?
Worth at least 50 million?
"Fake, this must be fake!"
Wang Daolong yelled like crazy: "Manager Gao, you have to believe me, he is really a poor man. This bank card must be fake. He took it out to deliberately bluff people."
Fake?
Gao Junjie frowned.
Everyone in the store frowned.
They also have some doubts about the authenticity of the Platinum Card.
After all, who is the holder of the China Bank Platinum Card who is not a famous figure in Jiangling County?
I have never seen this young man named Hong before me.
Hong Yu looked at the frightened Wang Daolong and laughed coldly: "You will know if it is fake or not with just one swipe."
When Gao Junjie heard this, he thought it made sense, and said to Li Mengmeng beside him: "Mengmeng, go get a POS machine."
Li Mengmeng nodded immediately and turned around to get the POS machine.
Seeing Hong Yu being so calm from beginning to end, Wang Daolong felt a little guilty. Could it be that this platinum card is really his?
Soon, Li Mengmeng brought over the POS machine.
Gao Junjie took the bank card from Hong Yu, entered the amount, and asked Hong Yu to enter the secret.
Hong Yu pressed the password casually and entered it successfully.
At this time, Gao Junjie had no choice but to believe Hong Yu's identity, and his attitude immediately became extremely respectful: "Oh, Mr. Hong, look at how this happened. I'm so offended. I can't apologize to you here."
With that said, Gao Junjie bowed deeply towards Hong Yu.
Seeing this, everyone understood that the card swiping was successful and Hong Yu was really the holder of the China Bank Platinum Card.
For a moment, everyone felt ashamed and looked at Hong Yu differently.
From initial contempt to now awe.
This is the real boss, he is too low-key.
"No, Manager Gao, this bank card may have been stolen by him. Let's call the police immediately and ask the police to arrest him."
Wang Daolong was unwilling to accept the fact that Hong Yu was a rich man, and once again slandered Hong Yu.
This time, Gao Junjie didn't listen to him anymore.
Snapped!
Gao Junjie slapped him in the face, "You bastard, have you ever spoken to a customer like this?"
"Why don't you apologize to Mr. Hong quickly?" Gao Junjie scolded.