The store manager never dreamed that Wang Dalong blurted out such a sentence.
At this moment, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and cursed: "You are really obsessed with money! We were fired! We didn't even get a dime in compensation for being fired! And the group said that we
It has caused extremely serious damage to the brand and immeasurable huge losses to the group, so we reserve the right to sue us! Maybe we will have to compensate the group!"
Wang Dalong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes went dark and he almost fainted.
It was only thanks to a female colleague who came up and poured a glass of ice water directly on his face that he suddenly woke up again.
At this moment, he cried loudly: "How can this be! If the commission is not paid to me, how can I pick up the car next month... I just paid a deposit of 100,000 yuan, next time
If I can't pick up the car, my 100,000 yuan will be wasted! I have saved for so long to save this 100,000 yuan, and this is all my hard-earned money!"
"It's already this time, and you still want to pick up the car..." The store manager was so angry with him that he no longer had the motivation to continue beating him. He threw him back to the ground and said coldly: "Wang Dalong, you are really
It's hopeless! Tomorrow the group will send someone to handle the dismissal procedures for us. From now on, the store will no longer be open. Go back and think about what to do in the future!"
A male colleague said angrily: "Store manager, how could you let this guy off so easily!"
The store manager sighed, pointed at Wang Dalong, whose face was covered with blood, and asked the man: "He is already like this, what's the use even if we beat him to death? Even if we beat him to death, the group will not give up on us."
The punishment is nothing more than leaving the store with the front foot and going to jail with the back foot!"
Everyone was immediately speechless.
They really hate Wang Dalong, but as the store manager said, even if they beat Wang Dalong to death now, what would be the point?
Thinking of this, everyone suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, with their heads downcast and their faces full of pain.
At this time, the store manager sighed and said: "Okay, everyone should go home from get off work first. When the people sent by the group arrive tomorrow, I will notify everyone to come and complete the procedures."
Several saleswomen left crying.
Although several male salesmen were a little upset, they all left one after another.
Wang Dalong collapsed on the ground with his face covered in blood, still thinking about his commission and his Porsche 718.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he immediately took out his cell phone and called his friend who worked in a car dealership.
As soon as the phone call came through, he hurriedly asked the other party: "Xiao Bin, I don't want that car anymore. Can you return the 100,000 yuan to me?"
When the other party heard this, he immediately blurted out: "Are you making trouble with me? I've driven the car to the warehouse for you to seal it up, and I'm just waiting for you to pick it up next month. If you tell me now that you don't want it anymore, you're kidding me."
ah?"
"No..." Wang Dalong said quickly: "Xiao Bin, it's a long story. The main reason is that there is something wrong with next month's commission. If something goes wrong, I won't be able to get the money. If
If I can’t get this money, how can I pick up the car?”