Three hundred and seventieth chapters buy a package
Zhang Yang also has a villa and a car. Although he is not yet a rich man, he is still young and promising, so he can still afford this little money.
"Yes, yes, Auntie, you can choose whatever you want." Zhang Yang was happy in his heart, and of course he would not let go of this opportunity to please.
"Waiter, bring me the latest model to look at." Mingxin's pretty face sank, he ignored it, turned to the salesperson and shouted.
The waiter walked to the shelf nearby, took down a dark red bag with exquisite workmanship, came back and said with a smile: "Miss, this is the latest model that just arrived at the store two days ago. Even Madonna from the United States uses this style. You can bring it with you."
It must be more beautiful and noble."
"How much?" Mingxin took the bag and looked at it carefully. He was obviously very satisfied and asked.
"Seventy-nine thousand eight hundred dollars."
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After Zhang Yang heard this, he was still very surprised. It was not that he was reluctant to give up money, but he felt that buying such a bag was a waste. You must know that 80,000 yuan is almost equivalent to the annual income of an ordinary family.
How useful can a bag be? How good can the material be? How fine can the workmanship be? It is nothing more than a status symbol, so the price is so expensive.
"Okay, put it away for me." After Mingxin finished speaking, he glanced at the other styles on the counter and continued: "That, and that style..."
She selected four or five bags at once, and the waiter happily wrapped them in exquisite gift bags for her. The price was calculated to be around 150,000 to 60,000 yuan.
People like this don't care about money. It's not their own money to spend, and it won't be spent until it's in vain...
Holding his trophy, he waited for the man to swipe his card to pay the bill. He did not leave, but said with a victor's attitude: "Auntie, which one are you going to buy? Let me give you some advice."
How can this be a consultant? Any fool can see that she just wants to show off...
"Thanks."
Meng Qiaoer did not refuse, but walked to the counter and started staring at the expensive bags.
Originally, she didn't lack the money, and she had no problem buying a few bags for her mother. She just didn't think it was necessary to waste so much money on such useless things.
Naturally, she knew Mingxin's thoughts very well, and she would not show weakness at this time. Even if she paid for it herself, she could not be worse than her.
"Waiter, bring me those."
Zhang Yang suddenly spoke, pointed to a few bags on the counter nearby and said.
After Meng Qiaoer saw those bags, her beautiful eyebrows immediately wrinkled. Even Wen Huaiying showed an unhappy look on his fat face and rolled his eyes at Zhang Yang.
On the shelves where those bags are located, there are discount promotions written on them. The styles are very old and outdated, and the prices are very cheap. At first glance, they look like pre-packaged products that have not been sold for a long time.
"Although my aunt is old, she still looks very young. How can she buy these styles? Her taste is too vulgar, right?"
When Mingxin saw it, she almost laughed out loud, and of course she became even more proud. In her opinion, Zhang Yang chose these discounted items because he had no money and to deal with Meng Qiaoer's mother.
There was obviously pride and ridicule in his tone, and even the middle-aged man beside him had a disdainful curve on his lips.
The waiter ignored these. There was a commission for the discounted ones, and it would be good to sell a few more. After hearing Zhang Yang's words, he turned around and placed those shabby bags in front of him.
"Zhang Yang, you're a grown man. If you don't know how to choose, don't make random choices. I'll just help mom pick a few."
Meng Qiaoer was still very smart, and she excused him with embarrassment on her pretty face.
At this time, she began to wonder whether Zhang Yang had bought the villa just now and the Land Rover that was towed away by the traffic police...
"It's just because I don't know how to choose that I don't bother to choose."
Zhang Yang replied with a wicked smile, looking down at a few slightly old bags.
"Sir, the total of these bags is more than 60,000 yuan." The salesman's response was equally sensitive.
She saw that Zhang Yang did not look like a rich man, so she explained the price first. After all, although these discounted goods seemed cheaper, they were only compared with other LV brand bags.
If placed in an ordinary shopping mall, it would be considered a luxury product, and ordinary people would not be willing to buy it.
"Um."
After Zhang Yang hummed, he raised his head and continued: "Except for these, bring me one of the other styles on the counter. Calculate how much it costs, and pay with your card."
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The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then said in a doubtful tone: "Sir, there are twenty-four styles of bags at our counter. Are you sure you want to buy one of them all?"
It was the first time she saw such a customer, and she thought she had heard wrongly.
"Well, calculate the amount for me and swipe the card." After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he handed over the card he had already prepared.
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The total price is more than 700,000, which does not put any pressure on Zhang Yang. Through the scene just now, he understands Meng Qiaoer more and more. It is not that she regards money as important. She is in such an environment every day. More
It's for the sake of face.
Mingxin didn't know when he had quietly left with the middle-aged man...
It was rare to meet such a big customer. The waiter packed twenty of them himself and delivered them to the Mercedes-Benz at the entrance of the mall.
Wen Huaiying did not continue shopping. She was satisfied with more than twenty famous bags, not to mention the jade jewelry just now, which totaled nearly one million yuan. It could be said that she came back with a full load.
On the way back to the hotel, her tone obviously improved, and she would find a topic to chat with Zhang Yang from time to time, and she became very harmonious.
It was almost noon, and Zhang Yang originally wanted to strike while the iron was hot and invite his future father-in-law and mother-in-law to a hotel to have a meal and deepen their friendship, but then his cell phone suddenly rang.
I took out my cell phone and saw that it was Hua Tinglan. I immediately answered the call.
"Zhang Yang, where are you?" After the call was connected, Hua Tinglan's soft voice came from the other end.
"In the hotel, what's wrong, sister? What's the matter?" Zhang Yang replied lyingly.
If on the road, Hua Tinglan would inevitably ask this and that, it would be more direct in the hotel. He vaguely guessed that it must be related to the matter of Tian Ning Xue Ointment.
"The delivery guy came this morning, do you want to come over and take a look?" As Zhang Yang expected, Hua Tinglan said on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, I'll be there right away." Zhang Yang agreed immediately.
He heard from Hua Tinglan that the number of deliveries was getting less and less. If he missed this time, he would definitely have to wait for many more days.
If sales were too poor and production stopped, the answer to the mystery might never be solved, so he didn't want to miss this opportunity.
"Uncle and aunt, I should have accompanied you when you came to Beidu, but there are some urgent business matters that need to be dealt with, so..."
Zhang Yang made up a reason, with a sincere apology on his face. Although he didn't finish the words, he expressed all his meaning.
"Well, it doesn't matter, let's go! Don't delay the business." Meng Hanliang was full of good impressions of him, and expressed his understanding when he heard that he was busy with business.
"You are young, it is important to make more money, so that we Qiao'er will suffer less in the future." Wen Huaiying said that he was always concerned about money, which sounded a bit tacky.
But how many women don't care about money? The so-called poor and humble couples are miserable. Although Zhang Yang still couldn't fully understand this sentence, he also knew the importance of money at this time, so he didn't mind what she said.
"Who called you just now?"
Even while driving, Meng Qiaoer still paid attention to the voice on the phone. When she heard it was a woman, her natural instinct made her full of jealousy.
Zhang Yang could deceive his parents, but he couldn't deceive himself. How could he have any business?
Even if he was a small boss, he had made up the lie for him. Now if he said it was about business, she would definitely not believe it.
"A friend sent me a batch of goods and asked me to go over and take a look at them."
Zhang Yang understood her suspicion, but he couldn't explain it clearly. He could only answer vaguely and continued: "I'll explain it to you later."
"Okay, you must explain it to me later." Full of jealousy, Meng Qiaoer's words were very rude, and there was even a hint of reproach in her questioning.
"Qiao'er, a man's career is more important. Don't be petty all the time. He is usually busy with work, so you have to be more considerate."
What surprised Zhang Yang was that Wen Huaiying actually started to say good things for him. It seemed that these twenty-odd LV bags played a big role.
Meng Qiaoer was completely speechless, but she felt more at ease and sweet in her heart. After all, her mother began to accept Zhang Yang, so that she didn't have to worry about her forcing her to marry that rich second generation again.
Pretending to be angry, he rolled his eyes at Zhang Yang and said, "What should I do with the car? Do I have to send it back to them?"
"No, after handling the violation, just ask them to drive back."
Zhang Yang knew in his heart that as the son of the four major Zheng Binhao families, it would be easy to get the car back. When the matter was settled, he would definitely contact him.
"What about your Land Rover?"
Even though Zhang Yang was generous today and showed a spendthrift attitude, Meng Qiaoer still had no idea whether the villa and the Land Rover were really bought by him or they were temporarily obtained elsewhere.
"I don't have a driver's license and can't drive, so I'll give it to you."
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Meng Qiaoer didn't care whether his words were true or false. Seeing the anxious look on his face, she slowly stopped the car on the side of the road and let him leave.
Originally, she wanted to offer to send Zhang Yang there and see what kind of woman called him. But her parents were in the car and didn't want to cause trouble, so she simply gave up the idea.
After Zhang Yang got off the bus, he took a taxi and rushed to the Shenghao Group branch. He had been there many times, but the security guard still did not stop him and ran directly to the small warehouse.
Far away, I saw Hua Tinglan standing at the door of the small warehouse, looking around. When she saw me, she waved her little hand to signal me to come over.
"Where are they, Sister Hua?" Zhang Yang walked over and asked with a smile.
"Why are you in a hurry? We are unloading the goods at the back. It will take a while to finish." Hua Tinglan explained with a smile. (To be continued)