183: People of Mr. Jiang's level hate Zhang Yang the most.

“Look at him, pulling at his tie every two minutes, his hands shaking, his eyes constantly peeking into the residential area… He’s exactly like that luxury car salesman I saw last time! Last time, a boss bought fruit from me… and his salesman just stood there, barely daring to breathe, terrified the boss wouldn’t be satisfied… This slick-backed guy is just like him!”

“Look at him, his hands are shaking, his eyes are constantly peeking into the residential area… He must be afraid the car owner won’t be satisfied, he’s so nervous! If he really were the owner, he’d already be sitting in the air-conditioned car cooling off… Why would he suffer out here?”

Uncle Wang handed a peeled apple slice to a child watching the commotion nearby, his thoughts perfectly clear:

He’d seen plenty of salesmen like this; when facing truly big clients, they had to humble themselves completely… Forget standing in the sun waiting, even if you asked them to carry bags or buy water, they’d run faster than rabbits.

Last time, to get the boss to sign the deal, that salesman even specifically bought a box of imported cherries from him and gave them to the boss’s assistant… He still clearly remembered that fawning look… Uncle Wang felt that this slick-backed man in a suit was definitely here to deliver a car to its owner, and the owner was in the residential area.

Otherwise, why would such an expensive car be parked in front of an old residential area for no reason?

He even started guessing the owner’s identity.

Maybe it was a displaced resident who suddenly struck it rich, or perhaps a young person who made a fortune outside and came back to honor his parents… How enviable, just one coat of paint on that car is enough for an ordinary person to save a lifetime of struggle… No matter who it is, to make someone from maybach so respectful, he must not be an ordinary person… Li Wei, who was being pointed at, was currently standing in the shade of a tree next to the security booth.

Listening to the crowd’s discussion, the smile on his face was almost frozen, and the cold sweat seeping from his back had soaked his shirt, sticking to his skin, making him feel suffocated.

He was wearing a handmade Italian custom suit, the fabric was smooth and absorbent, but not breathable… Li Wei subconsciously tugged at his tie, wanting to make himself more comfortable.

But as soon as he thought Mr. Jiang might arrive at any moment, he quickly straightened his tie, afraid of appearing disrespectful… Fine beads of sweat had already seeped onto his temples, but he didn’t dare to lift his hand to wipe them, afraid of messing up his meticulously styled hair.

He knew that he was the General Manager for maybach in the South China region… He was not some mere salesman or top seller!

He managed hundreds of sales supervisors; when had he ever been treated like he was “being mistaken for a salesman”?

Normally, the people he met were either company bosses or rich second-generation heirs; which one of them wasn’t polite to him?

But he didn’t dare to get angry… But today, for Mr. Jiang, he not only had to stand in the sun and wait, but also endure other people’s discussions, not even daring to refute… A person of Mr. Jiang’s caliber detested ostentation the most.

If he argued with people over such a small matter and made Mr. Jiang unhappy, the loss would be huge… Li Wei knew he indeed looked like “someone delivering a car,” but he couldn’t help it.

Facing a client of Jiang Feng’s level, let alone being mistaken for a salesman, even if he were taken for a driver, he would have to smile and accept it… [Day sixteen in the black room, still not out o(╥﹏╥)o, it’s going to be over!!!]

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