So luxury store salespeople have made ridiculous remarks online. Because their clients are worth millions, tens of millions, or even billions, they look down on ordinary people with monthly salaries of a few thousand. They even believe a man earning a few thousand a month is useless.
It’s essentially the sa issue. These salespeople sell luxury goods and interact with wealthy people, so they start to think they are wealthy too and look down on ordinary folks.
Noticing Lin Yiren didn’t have a watch on her hand, Yang Chen asked, "How about we buy a pair of couple watches?"
Lin Yiren nodded happily and said, "Sure! But let’s choose a smaller brand. These are too expensive; it’d feel like a waste for to wear them."
"You deserve all the wonderful things. Let’s go in and take a look," Yang Chen said.
Handso, wealthy, and charming, such a man is really irresistible.
"Yiren? What a coincidence!"
Yang Chen and Lin Yiren imdiately stopped and turned to look. A young, captivating girl arm-in-arm with a man around forty walked over.
Lin Yiren imdiately got excited, smiling as she went to greet them.
"Zhang Miao, long ti no see," said Lin Yiren with a smile, and then the two won hugged each other.
After so casual greetings, Lin Yiren quickly introduced Yang Chen to Zhang Miao.
"Let introduce you to my boyfriend. Hehehe... Handso, right?" Lin Yiren said proudly.
Zhang Miao nodded politely to Yang Chen to say hello.
"Yes, very handso. Hello, I’m Zhang Miao. I used to work with Yiren. Then I got married to my husband and beca a full-ti housewife. This is my husband, Zheng Qian," Zhang Miao said.
So it seems Zhang Miao has "landed ashore," huh?
Why use the discriminatory term "landed ashore?"
A woman in her early twenties marrying a forty-year-old unattractive man, it’s hard to think of any reason other than money.
Yang Chen shook hands with Zheng Qian and said, "Hello, Mr. Zheng, I’m Yang Chen, nice to et you."
Zheng Qian: "Haha... Hello, Younger Brother Yang, nice to et you. Are you here to buy watches too?"
Yang Chen: "Just passing by, wanted to take a look."
Zheng Qian: "Haha... we’re here to pick up a watch too, let’s go in together."
Yang Chen nodded, walking behind Zheng Qian, while Lin Yiren and Zhang Miao walked arm-in-arm, chatting as they entered Patek Philippe.
It seed like Zheng Qian and Zhang Miao were regulars, as the sales associate imdiately ca up to greet them.
"President Zheng, Miss Zhang, you’re here. Please co to the VIP lounge, we’ll bring your reserved 5711A right over for you to see," the sales associate said very politely.
Zheng Qian smiled and said, "No need, we’ll accompany our friends to look around first, we’ll see our own watch later."
The sales associate nodded and quickly asked, "How should I address this gentleman?"
Yang Chen: "Surna Yang."
Sales associate: "Okay, hello, Mr. Yang. May I ask what Mr. Yang does? I can recomnd a watch based on your occupation."
Yang Chen: "Ride-hailing driver."
Sales associate: "..."
Isn’t this absurd?
Why would a ride-hailing driver co to Patek Philippe?
Any random watch here, and you won’t be able to buy it even after two years of driving.
The sales associate looked awkwardly at Zheng Qian.
Zhang Miao thought to herself: "Hmph, Lin Yiren always acts so proud, always talking about fate. I thought she’d find such an outstanding boyfriend, but turns out her ’fate’ is just a ride-hailing driver, makes laugh."
Zheng Qian quickly asked, "Younger Brother Yang, you’re a ride-hailing driver?"
Yang Chen nodded and said, "Yes! I usually drive around picking up passengers. So, miss, what kind of watch do you think suits ?"
Sales associate: "To be honest, don’t get upset. I don’t think any of our watches suit you; there’s no need to spend two years’ inco on a watch. People might think it’s a fake one, not worth it."
Earlier, they were using ’您’, but once they heard Yang Chen is a ride-hailing driver, they imdiately switched to ’you’, people can be so practical.
Yang Chen had a temper; if you look down on , I certainly won’t let you earn my money.
"Miss, please attend to Mr. Zheng and them, we’ll just look around on our own," Yang Chen said.
The sales associate nodded and quickly brought over the 57111A silver model that Zheng Qian and Zhang Miao had reserved for them to see.
Yang Chen and Lin Yiren casually browsed. It was their first ti in a Patek Philippe store, so they had to look at everything to see which one looked better.
The sales associate quietly asked, "Mr. Zheng, Miss Zhang, are they really your friends?"
Zhang Miao: "The girl and I both worked as flight attendants at Eastern Airlines before, actually just regular colleagues, not really friends."
Sales associate: "Oh, no wonder. I was wondering how Mr. Zheng and Miss Zhang, with such a prestigious status, would have a ride-hailing driver as a friend. If it weren’t for your sake, we would definitely have kicked them out quickly. You know, we have a lot of custors who just browse and don’t buy every day. We have limited energy and really can’t handle these custors. Just a mont ago, a delivery guy ca in with his girlfriend to check out the watches, and asked us for a full hour and a half. Finally said he’ll co back to buy once he saves money from his deliveries. My god, we’re human too, right? After an hour and a half of torture, suddenly dropping a line like that, can you imagine how I felt? Instantly collapsed."
Zheng Qian: "Haha... I understand. I also often tell my employees to improve work efficiency, categorize potential custors by their buying intentions, the higher the intention, the higher the grade, and the higher the grade, the more ti should be spent on maintenance. We only have 24 hours a day, no reason to waste it on irrelevant people and things."
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