Chapter 40 That Man is a Tycoon!
Helen Hill had never heard such a bold statement in all her years of selling Harley-Davidson motorcycles.
"Can I get a hundred Harley-Davidsons?" William asked.
Helen was taken aback, and after a moment of bewilderment, she forced a smile and asked, "Sir, are you sure you want a hundred Harley-Davidsons? The latest models?"
William nodded nonchalantly. "Yes, is it enough? If not, any Harley-Davidson will do."
Helen was once again stunned. "Any Harley-Davidson?"
How much did this man love Harley-Davidson?
"Sir, we only have thirty-two motorcycles in stock." Helen said, feeling a bit helpless.
Was this guy really a tycoon?
William raised an eyebrow and looked around. "Only thirty-two?"
In William's mind, there should be at least a hundred. Even though the company only had a few dozen employees, they could always hire more.
Helen had never seen a customer who wanted to buy a hundred Harley-Davidsons in one go.
So, she couldn't help but take a closer look at William.
What if he was crazy?
As she observed, Helen's expression changed slightly. This guy was dressed quite casually, in faded jeans and a white T-shirt, with a pair of slightly dirty sneakers and a stubble.
Could someone like him really afford a hundred Harley-Davidsons?
Maybe he was just showing off.
With these thoughts in mind, Helen's expression turned cold, especially when she saw William frown in contemplation. She became even more convinced that he was just here to cause trouble.
"Sir, is there anything else you need?" Helen asked, restraining her emotions.
William frowned and shook his head. "Well, if you don't have a hundred, then I'll pass."
Helen couldn't help but sneer inwardly. So, he couldn't afford even one motorcycle, yet he was pretending to be a big shot.
"Are you sure you're here to buy a car?" Helen crossed her arms, her demeanor becoming more imposing, and she said disdainfully.
"Yes, I'm here to buy a car, a hundred of them. Do you have them?" William frowned, feeling that the salesperson's attitude had changed.
"Enough! How long are you going to keep up this act? A hundred cars? I don't think you can even afford one! You're just here to show off. Don't you see where you are!" Helen immediately exploded in anger.
What kind of person comes in early in the morning and causes trouble? It was really annoying!
"How do you know I can't afford a hundred cars? And I have an appointment." William said, his face showing displeasure.
Why did this salesperson seem to look down on him, and was she on her period or something?
"Are you kidding me? You can afford a hundred cars?" Helen looked William up and down, and sneered. "If you want a two-wheeler, turn right and you'll find the Yamaha store. That's where you should be, driving a motorcycle, not a car."
"Helen, don't be ridiculous. With his poor appearance, he can't even afford a Yamaha. He's probably just here to look at the cars and show off on social media." Another male salesperson walked over and mocked.
Helen laughed sarcastically a few times and warned William. "Get out of here, this is not a place for trash like you."
William was very unhappy. These people were too snobbish. Don't they understand the joy of being low-key?
Did he look that poor?
Melissa also ran over from the entrance and asked, "William, what's going on?"
William shook his head and looked at the Harley-Davidson motorcycles in the store. "Let's go, we're not welcome here."
"Not welcome?" Melissa was surprised.
She could roughly guess what had happened when she saw the imposing female salesperson.
"Hello, I'm here for a car appointment today. Please contact your manager." Melissa said, trying to control her emotions.
"An appointment? There's no appointment today. Leave here quickly! Both of you drama queens, pretending to be someone you're not. Are you idiots?" Helen cursed like a shrew.
"You!" Melissa was furious.
William grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go to the next one."
Melissa stomped her foot in frustration.
The two of them turned around to leave, but unexpectedly, Helen suddenly sneered. "Poor people coming to buy Harley-Davidson, and wanting to buy a hundred, what a loser."
"As soon as he walk in, I know this loser was just here to look at the cars. We should put up a sign at the entrance, saying no entry for losers." The man added, trying to please Helen.
William clenched his fists, endured his anger, and left, turning left to the BMW motorcycle dealership!
As soon as he walked in, a young male salesperson approached. "Sir, are you looking to buy a motorcycle?"
William replied."Yes, a motorcycle, a hundred of them."
"Alright, which model are you interested in? Let me introduce them to you." The male salesperson said with a smile, although he didn't believe that William, dressed like that, could afford it, but out of professional ability, he still had to introduce them.
But!
Suddenly!
The male salesperson was stunned, stuttering, "A hundred?"
"Do you have them in stock?" William smiled.
A hundred BMW motorcycles.
"Sir, please wait, let me call the manager."
Fortunately, this male salesperson was quite quick-witted.
He quickly called the manager of the dealership.
The manager was a man in his forties, with a remarkable demeanor, a smile on his face, and a very friendly aura.
He reached out to William and said, "Sir, I'm the manager of the BMW motorcycle dealership, my name is Philip."
William shook his hand. "William."
Philip smiled. "Mr. William, this way please."
After William and Melissa sat down at the coffee bar, Philip personally brewed two cups of coffee and handed them over. "Please indulge in a cup of coffee."
Sitting down, Philip rubbed his hands and said with a smile. "I heard from my colleague that you need a motorcycle in stock?"
William nodded. "Yes, I need a hundred motorcycles to replace the company's special vehicles for the employees."
Philip was taken aback. "A hundred? In stock?"
William took a sip of coffee and said. "Well, I need a hundred, but it seems like you don't have that many."
Philip was shrewd, or he wouldn't have made it to the position of manager. He gritted his teeth and said. "William, if you want, I can have a hundred motorcycles transferred here by the end of the week!"
This was a big deal!
A huge deal!
He couldn't afford to be negligent.
"A week?" William was a little disappointed.
"Yes, I can have a hundred motorcycles transferred here in a week." Philip nodded seriously.
Many stores didn't have this kind of ability, but Philip was different.
First, he was the manager.
Second, this involved a multi-million dollar deal, and other stores had to cooperate!
"No, I need the motorcycles now. If you can have a hundred motorcycles transferred here today, I'll take them. A week is too slow, you know, we run a delivery company, and we can't wait. If it's slow, the customers will complain."
Upon hearing William's words, Philip was completely dumbfounded.
Today, so urgent?
Waited a minute!
Delivery company!
Damn!
Weren't deliverymen supposed to ride electric bikes? This William was crazy.
Actually arranging BMW motorcycles for company employees to deliver food!
Rich!
Indeed a tycoon!
Melissa's face also changed, how much money does William have?
"How many can you have today?"
"I'll try."
Philip shivered all over, full of energy!
If he could secure this deal, he would definitely be the sales champion of the year!
After a dozen minutes.
"William, the one hundred BMW motorcycles you wanted, a total of 28.57 million." Philip walked over with the bill, he had already contacted other dealerships, and they would all be delivered today.
William looked at the time, took out his bank card and handed it to the salesperson. "Swipe it."
This card was given by George at the Dessert Shop last time.
He said there was a trillion in it, and use it as you please.
It was the first inheritance fund given to William by the family.
To be honest, a trillion was just a drop in the bucket to William.
In the past, he had seen his family's gold and diamond mines in Africa and South America.
Philip was still in shock, and he took the bank card in a daze, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to take out a loan?"
This time it was William's turn to be surprised.
"Loan? Why would I need a loan? I have money." William said.
A tycoon!
This was a real rich man!
He just bought a hundred BMW motorcycles!
After Philip personally swiped the card and William signed the contract, the former finally came back to his senses and realized that it was a done deal!
"Oh my god. He really bought. A thirty million dollar deal!"
"It’s unbelievable. That guy is too rich; he just bought a hundred!"
"Is their company still short of people? I really want to go work for him."
In the admiring eyes of the crowd, William took the string of car keys handed to him by Philip and left with Melissa.
Yes, a string of car keys!
But not all of them.
Come back later to get the other car keys.
Behind them, a group of salesmen stood in a row, shouting in unison, "Congratulations to William for getting a hundred BMW motorcycles."
The sound was particularly loud, and the employees of the Harley-Davidson store could hear it, and they all ran out to watch the excitement, including Helen.
"Oh my god. the BMW store sold a hundred cars? This is a thirty million dollar deal!"
"Who is it? It's so rich; let me see."
“There he is, the person is out there!”
A group of Harley-Davidson employees stood at the door of their own store, craning their necks to see the people coming out of the BMW motorcycle store!
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