Damn, How could my family be so wealthy?
Chapter 167 - 166 The Number is Wrong

Chapter 167: Chapter 166 The Number is Wrong

The BMW 525, indeed, had no ground for comparison with the Ferrari 812.

However, the man was not disheartened as he had come to the Ferrari 4S Store to buy a car.

The man felt that the sales staff’s enthusiasm towards handsome customers was impressive.

When they found out he was there to buy a car as well, they would surely treat him the same.

Su Mu was surrounded by salespeople as he walked into the 4S Store.

"Mr. Su, is there anything in particular you need today?"

It was the same salesperson who had assisted Su Mu twice before.

The salesperson believed that their colleagues were being disrespectful.

It was clearly their customer, yet everyone wanted to curry favor.

Of course, the rules of the 4S Store didn’t state that once a customer made a purchase with you, they would become your permanent customer.

It all depended on the customer’s wishes.

If the customer chose another salesperson, it only indicated that your service had not satisfied the customer.

Therefore, although the salesperson was dissatisfied internally, they had no right to complain.

Everything hinged on Su Mu’s decision now.

The salesperson believed their service had been exceptional and Mr. Su probably wouldn’t choose anyone else, right?

After all, Mr. Su had chosen them for his second car purchase, hadn’t he?

The salesperson thought Mr. Su must be someone who cherished old relationships.

Although this notion didn’t quite align with Mr. Su’s young age, the salesperson was comforting themselves with this thought.

"Yes, Mr. Su, which model would you like to look at today? Shall I introduce you to some?"

"Right, right, Mr. Su, besides the 812, our Ferrari 4S Store has many other models. I can introduce them to you as well."

Just as Su Mu was about to speak, two other salespeople eagerly cut in.

Su Mu gave them a look; he did not like being interrupted.

Realizing they had spoken too quickly, the two lowered their heads in acknowledgment.

As they were there to woo a major client, they couldn’t afford to annoy him.

The two intuitively stopped competing to speak.

Seeing this, the others also wisely remained silent.

At this point, it was crucial to first understand the big client’s needs.

"Do you have a blue 812 here?"

Su Mu felt the black and white 812s in his garage were a bit too monotone.

Su Mu had browsed Ferrari’s webpage and noticed the 812 came in several other colors.

Among them, blue and yellow were the most eye-catching.

Su Mu thought a few brightly colored cars in the garage would add more vibrancy.

"Yes, Mr. Su, are you planning to purchase another 812 this time?"

The question not only shocked the inquiring salesperson, but also sent a jolt through the other salespeople.

Mr. Su was here to buy another 812?

How many days had it been?

Was Mr. Su’s intention to collect every variant of the 812?

"Yes, I find the 812 quite comfortable to drive."

Su Mu nodded, confirming the salesperson’s query.

He was thoroughly satisfied with the Ferrari 812’s model and performance.

Naturally, he had no interest in switching to another style.

"Mr. Su, do you enjoy collecting 812s?"

The salesperson had never encountered anyone buying cars quite like Su Mu.

The same car model, just in different colors.

Moreover, the frequency of his purchases was unusually high, wasn’t it?

Three Ferrari 812s in less than a month.

The salesperson found Su Mu’s approach somewhat unfathomable.

The only explanation seemed to be that Mr. Su wanted to collect Ferrari 812s in different colors.

Though it sounded extravagant, as this kind of collection wouldn’t come cheap, maybe not even for a few million.

Considering the rate at which Su Mu was buying cars, the salespeople estimated in their minds.

Without tens, or even hundreds of millions, it might not be possible to collect all the colors of the Ferrari 812.

The salespeople looked up at Su Mu with awe, perhaps this was the true mentality of the rich.

They simply didn’t care about how much money was spent, it all depended on their mood.

"Collection?"

"I haven’t thought about that question, but it’s certainly worth considering."

Hearing the salesperson’s words, Su Mu nodded thoughtfully, seeming to think the idea wasn’t bad at all.

"Not collecting?"

The salespeople were even more puzzled, if not for collecting, then what for?

"I made a deal today, just buying myself a little gift."

It was on a whim that Su Mu came to buy the car today.

Su Mu spent nine billion on the land, and sold it to his dad for twenty billion.

After taxes and everything, it was like making a clear profit of over ten billion.

Su Mu felt it was only appropriate to buy himself a car as a reward.

Of course, Su Mu hadn’t really exerted himself in this matter.

The lead came from the system, and the deal was handled by Ah Fook.

Su Mu was purely the man behind the scenes.

But there was no helping it, who else but Su Mu had access to the system?

That’s power.

"A little gift?"

When the salespeople heard Su Mu’s words, their minds were filled with shock and the urge to grumble.

Spending eight million on a Ferrari 812 and calling it a little gift?

Isn’t that a bit too provocative?

The salespeople knew they could work diligently all their lives and still not make eight million.

Yet for him, casually rewarding himself meant spending eight million.

Wait a minute

Mr. Su said he made a business deal today?

Eight million is nothing to him, then how huge must Mr. Su’s deal have been?

The salespeople were dying of curiosity.

Who exactly was this Mr. Su?

He was handsomer than a celebrity and his family was so wealthy.

From Mr. Su’s tone, it seemed he wasn’t the type to idly rely on his family wealth either.

He was someone who knew how to make his own business profits.

Except for the salesperson who had been to the castle, nobody knew just how substantial Su Mu’s family background was.

The others were not clear about Su Mu’s background.

After all, Su Mu hadn’t appeared on television or anything like that.

Since everyone was speculating about Su Mu’s identity, the atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

The text message alert from Su Mu’s cell phone rang just in time.

Pulling out his phone, the corners of Su Mu’s mouth curved up slightly.

It was an account notification from the bank, and Su Mu thought his dad was quite prompt, transferring the land payment directly.

Glancing casually at the account balance, why did it start with a 3?

After carefully reading the bank’s message again, Su Mu realized his dad had transferred twenty billion to him.

Had his dad forgotten to tell the finance department that they only needed to transfer ten billion to him?

And what about the other ten billion that was supposed to be the principal he was returning to his dad?

Su Mu figured his dad must have forgotten.

Operating under the principle of honesty, Su Mu called his dad.

"Xiao Mu, the money’s been transferred, right?"

As soon as the call connected, Su Ruizhi seemed to know that Su Mu was going to talk about the land payment.

Looking at the time, that’s when finance should have transferred the money to Xiao Mu.

This kid wouldn’t be calling to chase up the payment because he hadn’t received it, would he?

"Dad, the money has come through, but the amount isn’t right."

Su Mu stepped aside, but since the salespeople were fixated on him, they naturally heard every word he said loud and clear.