Damn, How could my family be so wealthy?
Chapter 117 - 116 Su Mu is a Real Rich Man

Chapter 117: Chapter 116 Su Mu is a Real Rich Man

The man stood there, looking as if he was studying the car, but in secret, he kept an eye on Su Mu’s situation.

He saw the salespeople lead Su Mu and the beautiful woman to a resting area on the side.

One of the salespeople seemed to be holding something and ran off directly.

Two others diligently poured two glasses of water and brought them over.

The man thought that things over by Su Mu must be nearly done, so he called over the salesperson who had been attending to him.

"Sir, have you made your choice?"

Even though he was inwardly dissatisfied, the salesperson would never show it on his face.

He asked politely, thinking that if this man hadn’t made up his mind yet, he could check on the handsome guy to see if there was something he could do there.

The other two had been too eager before, and this salesperson, who had intended to pour water, hadn’t even gotten the chance.

"I’ll take this car," the man said with considerable pride.

The man thought that now the salesperson would surely treat him with the same enthusiasm as the handsome guy, right?

The man attributed the salesperson leaving him aside earlier to not having stated immediately that he wanted to buy a car.

The salesperson must have mistaken him for someone just looking around.

That must be why they hadn’t seemed so keen.

"Alright, sir, are you planning to pay in full or would you like to finance?"

Not everyone who comes to the Ferrari Store is necessarily a tycoon.

Financing is also a common situation; naturally, the salesperson needed to ask for clarity.

Indeed, a smile appeared on the salesperson’s face.

Although compared to Su Mu, the man’s Ferrari F8 wasn’t as pricey, it was still a sale, and the salesperson was not one to quarrel with money.

It’s just that the man felt it still lacked the excitement he’d seen with the handsome guy before.

"Full payment," the man declared, even more grandly this time, his voice resonating proudly.

The man had achieved his aim as everyone in the lobby indeed heard his "dominant" announcement.

They all turned to look, and the man held his head high with some pride, waiting to be met with the salespeople’s admiring glances.

The man was mentally prepared, feeling sure that the salespeople, upon hearing him, would definitely turn around to curry favor with him.

But the man received none of that.

The salespeople only gave him a fleeting glance and then turned their heads back.

There were no admiring looks; the man even sensed a bit of disdain.

It was as if they were saying he hadn’t noticed this was a public place and shouldn’t make such a racket.

The man’s heart was filled with frustration now.

Both buyers of Ferraris, why was his treatment so different from that of the handsome man’s?

If it was because of looks, the man didn’t think that was possible.

The handsome guy had come with his girlfriend, so he shouldn’t be more sought-after than him, a prime bachelor, should he?

"Sir, will you be paying with a card?"

The salesperson was now wholly devoted to the man.

Securing the deal that was right before their eyes—failing to do so would be foolish.

"What’s going on over there?"

The man did not directly answer the salesperson’s question.

Without clearing the doubts in his heart, he felt that even if he bought the car, he wouldn’t be happy.

"That’s one of our big clients at the Ferrari Store," the salesperson said, looking in the direction the man was pointing; it turned out he was asking about Mr. Su.

The smile on the salesperson’s face deepened, as if fearing others wouldn’t know how wealthy Su Mu was, he added a special remark.

"Mr. Su is truly rich, incredibly rich."

The man saw the smile on the salesperson’s face and knew that what he had just felt wasn’t a misconception.

The quality of a person’s smile can indeed be different.

Like the professional smile the salesperson had when he heard the man wanted to buy a car,

It was impeccable, leaving no room for criticism.

Yet, when it came to Mr. Su, the salesperson’s smile was visibly more animated.

"Your Ferrari’s big client? Super-rich person?"

The man admitted he didn’t quite grasp the concept.

Ferrari’s pricing was already high, so anyone coming here shouldn’t be considered a small customer.

To be acknowledged by the Ferrari salesman as a big client, was he truly a wealthy person?

With a puzzled face, the man wondered just how impressive Mr. Su’s feats were.

"Mr. Su has bought three cars at our Ferrari 4S Store within a month, two of which were Ferrari 812s and one was a Ferrari 599."

"The total value has already exceeded twenty million."

"Moreover, Mr. Su bought the white Ferrari 812 just to match the color of his girlfriend’s Porsche."

The salesperson explained to the man with a proud look.

It seemed as if Su Mu’s exploits were somehow connected to the salesperson.

"By the way, Mr. Su paid in full for all three Ferraris."

The man had said "in full" so loudly just before.

This time, the salesperson deliberately emphasized the fact that Su Mu had paid in full for all twenty million.

"All in full?"

The man’s face reddened as he finally understood why those salespersons had only given him a glance and hadn’t rushed over to fawn on him.

He realized he was just a frog in a well.

Thinking that paying three million in full would cause a stir in a Ferrari Store.

In comparison to someone who paid twenty million in full, the man felt it wasn’t just a small difference anymore.

Because the salesperson had taken the time to inform the man of a specific detail.

Mr. Su had already purchased a Ferrari 812 and was buying another one merely to match his girlfriend’s car color.

The man expressed a desire for a Ferrari 812 himself.

But the starting price of a Ferrari 812 was seven million eight hundred thousand.

The man admitted he couldn’t afford it.

As a second-generation rich, he had always believed his family was quite wealthy.

After all, his father ran a not-so-small company.

Its annual income was probably around twenty or thirty million.

He had always boasted in his social circle about his family’s wealth and his extravagant wealthy second-generation status.

Now, compared to Su Mu, the real wealthy second-gen, the man knew he was just a small fry.

Just look at how Su Mu had spent twenty million on cars in a month.

The man acknowledged that this was a height he could not reach.

"Just to match a color, is it necessary to be so extravagant?"

The saying about the duck’s quack being the last heard applied to men like him.

Although he already held Su Mu in the highest regard, he still didn’t forget to find some balance for himself.

It was as if the man’s choice of the Ferrari F8 wasn’t due to financial constraints, but simply because he knew how to live frugally.

"This is the way rich people think; ordinary people wouldn’t understand."

The salesperson voiced their true thoughts.

The man glanced at the salesperson and saw that they had simply spoken their mind, not in response to his statement.

Because the salesperson’s gaze was fixed in the direction of the handsome guy.

The man felt slightly relieved.