Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 26

Not a single person was willing to serve Samuel when he walked into the store. He walked around by

himself. He wanted the A6 model; other than being able to ferry Yvonne to and from her office, he could

use it when he was conducting business negotiations. After all, Yvonne was the project leader of the

Westside City project, and it was time for the Toyota at home to be replaced.

Of course, Samuel could buy an even more luxurious car. However, it would be troublesome to explain

everything to Yvonne's side of the family if he threw his weight about shamelessly. He was lucky that

Yvonne did not question him too much when he bought the entire store yesterday. He would not have

known how to explain it otherwise.

He stopped in front of a brand new A6. A salesman quickly approached Samuel.

"We've got the A3 model here, a solid beginner’s car. I can introduce you to it if you're interested," the

salesman said.

"When can I get the car if I pay today?" Samuel asked directly.

The salesperson gawked at him. He had assumed that Samuel was here to simply browse through the

cars. H e came here on an electric scooter, after all.

"You- Do you want to buy this model? It's the A6," the salesman stammered, uncertainty in his tone.

"It's written right there. I’ll have eyes," Samuel said.

"Sir, have you seen the price?" The salesman did not dare to believe his ears. Every customer who

wanted t o buy a car would carefully inquire a string of details about it-the performance of the car, test

drive the car, and its price tag. They did not miss discussing such important information. This man

though, acted so much without a moment of hesitation that it did not seem real.

"Oh, right. Is there a discount now?" Samuel asked.

"This model is a top-of-the-line hybrid. It doesn't have any special promotions for now since it's a new

model," the salesman answered.

"That's fine. Can I have the car by today?”

The salesman did not know whether to laugh or cry. What godly customer was this? Was he trying to

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"If you’re really in need of it, sir, I can help you handle the official documents now."

Samuel took out his credit card. "Hurry up then," he said. "It’s best if you can settle it by four. I’ve

something important to attend to."

He needed to be at the general store by 4.30pm and wait for Yvonne to finish her work. That routine

had not changed for the past three years.

The salesman's eyelids twitched continuously. He was practically earning a free commission today; he

did not have to waste a single ounce of breath.

"How did it go?" the other salespeople asked him when he went to take the official documents. "That

fellow just went straight for the A6 when he walked i n. He got a good scare from the price, eh?"

"Go and ask him if he wanted to go to a Yadea store and took a wrong turn."

"We only sell four-wheelers here, not two-wheelers."

The salesman waved the credit card in his hand. "Just shut up, all of you. This is a bigshot customer.

He wants the car by today. All of you are done for if the manager hears about this."

His colleagues' faces blanched.

"No way. He wants the car today? He's kidding, right?"

"This is the credit card he gave me. Do you think he's kidding?"

He stalked toward the finance room. The other salespersons trailed him, curious to see what would

happen next.

The result was obvious—the salespersons who had previously looked down on Samuel were overcome

with a sudden pang of remorse. They felt as though they had let a hundred million dollars slip past their

fingers. This was such an easy sale to make, and it waved right below their noses-yet no one had

raised a hand to step forward.

The documents were completed before four. Additionally, the car insurance was immediately effective

from the time of purchase. This also meant that Samuel could drive the car off straight away.

He did not bother with the gaudy, unnecessary affair o f having the car ostentatiously delivered to him.

"Can I leave the electric scooter here first?" he asked the salesman as he was about to leave. "I'm in a

bit of a hurry today. I'll take it tomorrow."

"Sure. Or you could give me an address," the salesman replied. "I can help you ride it over there."

"No need. I'll come by tomorrow."

After Samuel left with the car, the salespersons in the Audi retail outlet cast each other bitter smiles.