Chapter 281 - 206: Picking Up Girls This Fast?

"Our corporation directly owns and holds shares in companies with a combined value of over 500 billion. President Hu is a renowned figure in China’s business world. The Lantu Dream Chaser is a perfect fit for the mid- to senior-level management at our various subsidiaries and branch offices, so our future purchase volume will be enormous.

"But this car isn’t without competitors, like the Denza D9, which has even higher sales and a slightly lower price point. Considering all this, first, I don’t have to buy the Lantu Dream Chaser. Second, even if I decide to buy one, there’s no reason I have to buy it from your dealership. In fact, if I just put the order request out there, your corporation’s own VIP clients department would come knocking on my door to negotiate.

"Do you get what I’m saying? If we weren’t friends, why would I be going out of my way to help you out?"

Huang Lingyu didn’t believe in getting something for nothing. She knew exactly what this middle-aged man wanted. Glancing at his mouth full of yellow teeth, she suppressed a wave of nausea and said, "Sir, let’s just talk about the car. I don’t understand anything else. If you feel I’m not professional enough, you can request a different salesperson."

Song Shixin saw the beautiful woman playing dumb and sneered inwardly. ’Forget the Lantu Dream Chaser dealership,’ he thought. ’Even at Porsche or Maybach, I have those beautiful saleswomen wrapped around my finger.’

"The car... I don’t see any problem with it. The only thing missing now is the personal connection. If we can become friends, I’ll give you this twenty-car order."

Huang Lingyu realized this deal was probably dead. She couldn’t meet his condition. She smiled and said, "Sir, I have social anxiety. Why don’t you try making friends with someone else?"

’Social anxiety? How can someone with social anxiety work in sales?’

Seeing that she didn’t know what was good for her, Song Shixin couldn’t help but think of the beauty he’d run into at the Louis Vuitton in Xinyue Center the other day. He hadn’t had a chance to see her again and had been itching for it these past few days. He hadn’t expected to run into this one today. Although she was a notch below the other woman, she was still a total bombshell, one in a hundred.

He pulled out the tricks he’d used on beautiful saleswomen for years, but unexpectedly, this one was completely impervious. Annoyed, he snorted coldly, "What’s the meaning of this? Are you trying to push a customer away? Believe it or not, I’ll file a complaint against you."

"Hey, go ahead and complain if you want to. Just don’t get in the way of me buying a car."

The two of them heard someone speak from the side. Huang Lingyu’s face lit up, and she quickly turned around. Wasn’t it Yang Hui, the very person she’d been waiting for? A smile was playing on his lips as he looked at President Song with disdain.

Song Shixin didn’t know they knew each other. He glanced at Yang Hui’s handsome face and felt a surge of annoyance. ’What’s the point of being so handsome? Does he make a living off his looks?’

Suddenly, he noticed the bag in Yang Hui’s hand. It looked familiar. On second thought, wasn’t that the Black Warrior bag the beauty from the LV store bought the other day? But plenty of people carried that bag, so he didn’t connect Yang Hui with that woman. That didn’t stop him from transferring his animosity, though.

"Young man, you need to wait your turn to buy a car. Besides, there are plenty of other sales consultants. Why are you fixated on her? Do you have some ulterior motive?"

Just as Huang Lingyu was about to explain that this was her friend, Yang Hui cut in, "You’re right. I do have an ulterior motive." Then he turned to Huang Lingyu and said, "Hello, beautiful. I’d like a top-spec Lantu Dream Chaser. Do you have time for me now?"

Seeing him joking around, Huang Lingyu had no choice but to play along, smiling as she said, "Of course I have time."

Song Shixin immediately said, displeased, "Miss, I was here first."

"Sir, can you confirm your purchase right now? If not, I’ll have to help this gentleman first."

Confirm, his ass. For a 20-car order, he did have the right to make a recommendation—a very influential one, at that—but he certainly wasn’t the one to sign off on the final decision. He could only say awkwardly, "Fine, fine. I’ll wait for you. But think about what I just said. If you’re not interested in such a large order, I’ll have to find someone who is."

Huang Lingyu led Yang Hui to a negotiation area off to the side. Yang Hui chose the high-end, four-wheel-drive model, the one priced at 360,000. He had already told Huang Lingyu on Saturday; he was just here today to finalize the paperwork.

"That guy is so annoying. He’s so ugly, yet so narcissistic. He acts as if all he has to do is beckon, and women will throw themselves at him. I don’t know where he gets the confidence."

Huang Lingyu vented, as if also trying to make it clear she wasn’t that kind of person.

Yang Hui reached out and patted her small hand. "There are a lot of guys like that. Haven’t you heard what happens at luxury car dealerships? I’ve heard that sometimes a salesperson sells one car and then quits."

She asked, confused, "They made money on the sale, so why would they quit?"

"Because they didn’t just sell the car; they sold themselves along with it."

The realization dawned on Huang Lingyu. As she filled out the forms with one hand, she let him hold and play with her other.

Song Shixin was wandering around the showroom, glancing over at them every few moments. "What the fuck!"

He rubbed his eyes, looking over in disbelief. ’It’s only been a few minutes, and he’s already holding her hand! On what grounds? He’s only buying one car, while I’m here for twenty! Is it just because he’s handsome? This girl is a working adult now; she shouldn’t be so superficial.’

People’s thoughts are strange. If you’re handsome, you think good looks are an asset. If you’re not, you think people who like good looks are superficial.

After a moment, Yang Hui pulled his hand back, and Song Shixin finally felt a bit better. But then he saw Yang Hui move his hand under the table. ’Holy hell—’ he thought. ’If I’m not mistaken, the angle of his hand should put it right on that beauty’s thigh.’

’There’s no fucking justice! I’m offering a twenty-car deal, and I can’t even get her on WeChat. But that punk buys one car and gets to hold her hand in minutes, and ten minutes later he’s touching her thigh! At this rate, they’ll be off getting a room before I’m even done looking around!’