"Eun Hye~~!"
"The president just called me."
Looking at Yoon Eun-hui's indifferent expression, Song Meihui couldn't help but remind her.
Although the president dotes on them.
But we can't cause trouble to the president just because of this.
This is just the beginning.
Song Meihui really didn't want to leave any bad impression on this president who seemed to be a very good person at the moment.
But Song Meihui's ideas are still too conservative.
She had just finished reminding Yoon Eun Hye.
Not only was this girl not nervous, but she also said to Song Meihui with a look of joy: "Sister? Did you say that the president just called you?"
"Does he know what's going on here?"
"Is he coming back?"
"Oh my god, I really hope the president will come and slap them in the face for looking down on others."
Ok!
Yin Enhui's admiration for Yang Hao now is simply beyond words.
After all, compared to the first secretary Song Meihui who had just taken office, she, as a young assistant, had truly experienced the president's strength.
In every aspect.
And showing off is just one of them.
The second reason why Yoon Eun Hye was so excited was.
What she just saw was just a low-end luxury car worth 1-2 million kimchi coins.
If the president grows up, will his dream of owning a sports car come true today?
The more she thought about this, the more the curve of Yoon Eun-hui's mouth could not be suppressed.
Song Meihui seemed to have guessed Yin Enhui's little thoughts. She rolled her eyes at her helplessly and said, "The president asked me to give him a position!"
"Eun-hui."
"As your sister, I still have to remind you of some things."
"Although the president dotes on us, it is best not to do anything that would make him unhappy."
Song Meihui's words were definitely well-intentioned.
Because from the current point of view.
This young assistant who had in-depth exchanges with President Yang Hao will definitely follow Yang Hao in the future.
If she did something too out of line.
There's no guarantee that one day I'll be banished to the cold palace by the president.
Because of this kind of thing, I have worked in MS for so many years.
She has been in this circle for so many years.
I've seen it too many times.
"Okay, sister!"
"Of course I know my limits."
"Don't worry, I know what to do and what not to do."
Of course Yoon Eun-hye knew that Song Mi-hye was good to her.
However, Yoon Eun-hye could see it from the look in her president's eyes when he looked at Song Mi-hye.
My boss's sister will definitely be a member of the president's harem in the future.
And what about yourself?
He's just a little follower. He's busy trying to curry favor with this sister, so how could he not listen to her?
But even though I said this, I still hoped that the president would come.
Even if you can't upgrade yourself to a sports car, watching yourself grow up to be cool is the dream of many girls.
After all, this kind of plot can only be seen in novels.
"I'm glad you know!" Looking at the mischievous Yin Enhui, Song Meihui could only roll her eyes at her, then she took out her mobile phone again and sent the location and related information to Yang Hao on WeChat.
What followed was a long wait between Song Meihui, her daughter, and Yin Enhui, who was looking forward to Yang Hao's arrival.
I do not know how long it has been.
Just when Song Meihui was getting a little impatient waiting.
The glass door of the lounge, which was originally closed, was suddenly opened.
However, the person who came was not Yang Hao, but the salesperson who had said before that he would find a professional to evaluate the car.
The female salesperson who has good looks and a hot body, wearing a black OL outfit with a wide neckline.
The first thing he did when he entered the lounge was to smile and say to Song Meihui who was sitting there: "Ms. Song! I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
"The assessment report over there has been made."
"look."
"Just say it directly!" Song Meihui now really hated the look of the female salesperson in front of her.
of course.
Although she hated it, she was also glad that she was able to get this matter done before Yang Hao came.
Otherwise, when Yang Hao really comes, she will feel very embarrassed.
"Okay then!" The saleswoman didn't care about the slight disgust in Song Meihui's eyes at all. Instead, she opened the report in her hand with a smile and said to Song Meihui:
"Ms. Song!"
"It has been evaluated by our own professional technicians, as well as by a third-party appraisal."
"The final compensation items for the Pagani Zonda supercar are as follows!"
"First: the cost of repairing the paint on this vehicle."
"Because this car needs to be returned to the place of production for repair, it includes freight, national tariffs, repair fees, etc."
"The total cost is about million kimchi coins!"
"What?" Before the saleswoman could finish her sentence, both Song Meihui and Yin Eunhui asked.
Even his daughter Song Qiaoen.
They all looked at the smug saleswoman in front of them in shock.
million kimchi coins?
The Porsche Pame they just looked at cost just over 2 million kimchi coins.
They knew that the repair cost of the Typhoon Son would definitely be expensive.
But it will cost you 3 to 5 million just to repair a piece of paint.
I can almost buy two Porsche Panameras.
You are not asking someone to repair your car, you are simply extorting money.
In fact, Song Meihui, Yin Enhui and the other two girls all misunderstood the female salesperson.
First of all.
The maintenance cost of a top-of-the-line limited edition sports car like the Zonda is definitely not cheap.
And it is indeed necessary to return to the place of origin.
But the bad thing about this female salesperson is that she seems to know nothing about cars.
The little girl was the one whose paintwork Song Qiaoen accidentally scratched.
In fact, it is just a small scratch on the carbon fiber rear wing of the Zonda.
Although there will definitely be an impact, it can be dealt with carefully by professionals.
It can be fixed with just a few million kimchi coins, and there is no need for any repairs at all.
She was just trying to trick Song Meihui and the others.
Song Meihui: "How can there be so much money?"
Song Qiaoen: "Mom~~!"
Yin Eun-hui: "Why don't you go and rob it?"
"Please be patient, everyone! I haven't finished talking about the issue of compensation costs!" The salesperson was actually mentally prepared for the three women's current expressions and attitudes.
But she is not in a hurry.
She likes to see other people anxious.
"Anything else?" Song Meihui really frowned this time.
"Of course!" the salesperson nodded.
Then he flipped through some report sheets again and said to Song Meihui, "Because this car is a reserved car."
"So the delay, and the depreciation of the vehicle."
"About 15 billion kimchi coins are needed."
"Hiss~~~!"
The sound of people sucking in air came from the mouths of Song Meihui and Yin Eunhui in an instant.
The previous maintenance cost of million kimchi coins was enough to surprise them.
Now the depreciation cost is 15 billion.
Never mind buying a car.
It’s enough to buy a top-notch apartment in the capital.
That’s less than 20 billion dollars.
"Ms. Song!"
"Would you like to pay by card or cash?"
The female news sender looked at the shocked expressions of the other girls and felt extremely happy.
A small secretary and an assistant dared to come to their car dealership to look at cars.
Who do you really think you are?
“Swipe the card~~!”
Just when the female salesperson looked very proud, and Song Meihui and the other girls looked very cold.
Suddenly, a masculine voice came from behind the female salesperson.
"President?"
"President?" "Huh?"
When that voice reached the ears of Song Meihui and Yin Eunhui, the expressions of the two women changed instantly.
It's just that Song Meihui's expression became a little guilty, while Yoon Eunhui's expression was full of surprise.
Without even waiting for Song Meihui to stand up, Yin Enhui stood up directly, pushed away the puzzled female salesperson, and rushed straight to the tall figure standing in the sales hall.
"President~~!"
"That saleswoman is a bully."
Yin Enhui did not dare to throw herself into Yang Hao's arms, but her charming eyes, which were already as sharp as silk, were always tightly fixed on Yang Hao.
That's right.
The person who spoke was none other than Yang Hao.
Yang Hao looked at Yin Enhui who was looking happy beside him, and then glanced at the saleswoman standing at the door.
You don't even need to look to understand what's going on.
"Who are you?"
"You said swipe the card, so what?"
"Do you know where this is?"
The female salesperson Li Lizhen finally came to her senses and roared at Yang Hao with an unhappy look on her face.
However, Yang Hao did not pay attention to her at first. Instead, he walked past her, came into the lounge, and sat down on the sofa that originally belonged to Yoon Eun Hye.
And this position was next to where Song Meihui had just stood up.
"President~~!"
Song Meihui's pretty face was now full of guilt.
Instead of standing up, Song Qiaoen, who was sitting next to her mother, looked at Yang Hao, who was sitting there with a domineering and handsome look on her face with curiosity.
This Oppa is so handsome.
Is this the Chinese president that mom was talking about?
You speak Korean very well!
“This is not a company!”
"Sit down~~!"
Yang Hao simply patted the sofa beside him.
Song Meihui immediately sat obediently next to Yang Hao.
"I was just talking to you."
"Who are you?"
Li Lizhen still had the same crazy attitude as before.
But now, although my attitude remains the same, I feel a little uneasy inside.
After all, Yang Hao's aura is not like that of an ordinary small boss.
"Let you guys have the final say here."
"I don't want to waste my breath with someone like you!"
Yang Hao said these two simple sentences without even looking at the female salesperson.
Yang Hao has long passed the time when he had nothing better to do than to show off and get slapped in the face.
Yang Hao now.
I just want to solve the current problem as quickly as possible using the simplest and most brutal method.
Because this kind of person who looks down on others will become more and more arrogant the more you explain to her.
So Yang Hao came over and got straight to the point.
"You" Li Lizhi originally wanted to refute.
But when she opened her mouth, she was instantly frightened by the unintentional glance of the man in front of her and swallowed all the words back.
"I don't want to repeat myself a third time."
"Call the man who's really in charge."
"Otherwise you will end up in a miserable situation."
That’s right, this is Yang Hao’s dominance in the Korean country.
Don't even mention you, a small salesperson.
Even if they are the second generation of chaebols, Yang Hao still has control over them.
"I, I, I understand."
I don’t know if it was because Yang Hao activated the BUFF, or because of the transformation he underwent over time.
Now, when Yang Hao releases the aura that truly belongs to a superior, it is really not something that ordinary people can withstand.
With just two simple sentences, the saleswoman who had been so arrogant and proud just now could only run away in shame under the gaze of her young colleague.
"President~~! You are so handsome!"
The young assistant Yin Enhui, who had already been impressed by Yang Hao's domineering personality, would have knelt down in front of Yang Hao's trousers and held up the scepter representing authority if the underage Song Qiaoen was not still present.
"I'm sorry, President."
The more Yang Hao acted like this, the more guilty Song Meihui felt. No matter how unreasonable the salesperson had just been, it was they who caused the scratches on the other person's car after all.
"Why do you want to say sorry?" Yang Hao just glanced at Song Meihui.
Of course, at this glance, he also saw the face of little Song Meihui, who was somewhat similar to Song Meihui.
Is this Song Meihui's daughter?
She is truly a real beauty.
However, Yang Hao did not stare helplessly at the other person's daughter who was still in her senior year of high school, but finally set his gaze on Song Meihui's pretty face.
"I, actually..." Song Meihui, who was a little nervous and had a pounding heart due to Yang Hao's gaze, was about to explain what had just happened.
However, Yang Hao interrupted him by waving his hand and said, "No need to explain so much."
"As my secretary, there's nothing wrong with that."
“Only right!”
"Just leave it to me."
Invisible pretense is the most deadly.
After hearing Yang Hao's next two sentences, Yin Enhui felt her legs go weak.
Song Qiaoen, who had always regarded herself as a bystander, looked at the handsome uncle sitting next to her mother with shining eyes.
So handsome.
That Jin Manxiu can never compare to the uncle in front of me.
Are all Chinese men so handsome?
"Good job, President~~!" Song Meihui herself didn't know what to say. She could only lower her pretty face which was slightly red because she was impressed by Yang Hao's domineering attitude.
Yang Hao, who had already started listening to his inner voice, just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
There are only two words in my mind: grasp.
However, Yang Hao did not show it so obviously. He just said to Song Meihui who lowered her head, "Check which wealth or company owns this car dealership."
"The one who bullied me."
"Have you asked me?"
Ok!
Pretending to be cool is addictive.
In Yang Hao's eyes, the chaebols in Korea are just like that.
"Yes, President!" Song Meihui nodded quickly and took out her mobile phone, intending to use her connections to find out the owner of the car dealership.
Yang Hao was quietly waiting for the real manager of this car dealership to come.
The female salesperson who left did not keep Yang Hao waiting for long.
Less than 10 minutes.
The female salesperson who had just left came to the lounge with a fat man with a big belly and wearing a black suit.
"Hello sir!"
"I'm Director Xiao Song of this car dealership."
"I wonder if there is anything you need from me, sir?"
The fat man was not as humble as imagined, but rather polite on the surface.
Because he did not recognize which chaebol in Korea this extraordinary man in front of him belonged to.
Ok.
In other words, people didn't recognize who Yang Hao was.
Although he was polite, that was because of his job.
However, when he saw Yang Hao, he originally thought that it was some chaebol young master who came to cause trouble, but now it seems that he is not as dangerous as he imagined.
But that's just what he thought.
Because right after he opened his mouth.
The female secretary sitting next to the man spoke to him.
"President."
"I found it."
"This car dealership belongs to the Song family."
"Oh? So that's it!" Yang Hao heard Song Meihui say that this car dealership belongs to the Song family.
A strange smile suddenly appeared on the handsome face that was originally calm.
We had planned to meet again in the evening.
I guess it can be brought forward.
Thinking of this, Yang Hao did not immediately respond to the sales director who made him feel disgusted. Instead, he took out his phone.
As for what to do with the phone.
Of course, I called the second-generation son of the Song family. (End of this chapter)
"The president just called me."
Looking at Yoon Eun-hui's indifferent expression, Song Meihui couldn't help but remind her.
Although the president dotes on them.
But we can't cause trouble to the president just because of this.
This is just the beginning.
Song Meihui really didn't want to leave any bad impression on this president who seemed to be a very good person at the moment.
But Song Meihui's ideas are still too conservative.
She had just finished reminding Yoon Eun Hye.
Not only was this girl not nervous, but she also said to Song Meihui with a look of joy: "Sister? Did you say that the president just called you?"
"Does he know what's going on here?"
"Is he coming back?"
"Oh my god, I really hope the president will come and slap them in the face for looking down on others."
Ok!
Yin Enhui's admiration for Yang Hao now is simply beyond words.
After all, compared to the first secretary Song Meihui who had just taken office, she, as a young assistant, had truly experienced the president's strength.
In every aspect.
And showing off is just one of them.
The second reason why Yoon Eun Hye was so excited was.
What she just saw was just a low-end luxury car worth 1-2 million kimchi coins.
If the president grows up, will his dream of owning a sports car come true today?
The more she thought about this, the more the curve of Yoon Eun-hui's mouth could not be suppressed.
Song Meihui seemed to have guessed Yin Enhui's little thoughts. She rolled her eyes at her helplessly and said, "The president asked me to give him a position!"
"Eun-hui."
"As your sister, I still have to remind you of some things."
"Although the president dotes on us, it is best not to do anything that would make him unhappy."
Song Meihui's words were definitely well-intentioned.
Because from the current point of view.
This young assistant who had in-depth exchanges with President Yang Hao will definitely follow Yang Hao in the future.
If she did something too out of line.
There's no guarantee that one day I'll be banished to the cold palace by the president.
Because of this kind of thing, I have worked in MS for so many years.
She has been in this circle for so many years.
I've seen it too many times.
"Okay, sister!"
"Of course I know my limits."
"Don't worry, I know what to do and what not to do."
Of course Yoon Eun-hye knew that Song Mi-hye was good to her.
However, Yoon Eun-hye could see it from the look in her president's eyes when he looked at Song Mi-hye.
My boss's sister will definitely be a member of the president's harem in the future.
And what about yourself?
He's just a little follower. He's busy trying to curry favor with this sister, so how could he not listen to her?
But even though I said this, I still hoped that the president would come.
Even if you can't upgrade yourself to a sports car, watching yourself grow up to be cool is the dream of many girls.
After all, this kind of plot can only be seen in novels.
"I'm glad you know!" Looking at the mischievous Yin Enhui, Song Meihui could only roll her eyes at her, then she took out her mobile phone again and sent the location and related information to Yang Hao on WeChat.
What followed was a long wait between Song Meihui, her daughter, and Yin Enhui, who was looking forward to Yang Hao's arrival.
I do not know how long it has been.
Just when Song Meihui was getting a little impatient waiting.
The glass door of the lounge, which was originally closed, was suddenly opened.
However, the person who came was not Yang Hao, but the salesperson who had said before that he would find a professional to evaluate the car.
The female salesperson who has good looks and a hot body, wearing a black OL outfit with a wide neckline.
The first thing he did when he entered the lounge was to smile and say to Song Meihui who was sitting there: "Ms. Song! I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
"The assessment report over there has been made."
"look."
"Just say it directly!" Song Meihui now really hated the look of the female salesperson in front of her.
of course.
Although she hated it, she was also glad that she was able to get this matter done before Yang Hao came.
Otherwise, when Yang Hao really comes, she will feel very embarrassed.
"Okay then!" The saleswoman didn't care about the slight disgust in Song Meihui's eyes at all. Instead, she opened the report in her hand with a smile and said to Song Meihui:
"Ms. Song!"
"It has been evaluated by our own professional technicians, as well as by a third-party appraisal."
"The final compensation items for the Pagani Zonda supercar are as follows!"
"First: the cost of repairing the paint on this vehicle."
"Because this car needs to be returned to the place of production for repair, it includes freight, national tariffs, repair fees, etc."
"The total cost is about million kimchi coins!"
"What?" Before the saleswoman could finish her sentence, both Song Meihui and Yin Eunhui asked.
Even his daughter Song Qiaoen.
They all looked at the smug saleswoman in front of them in shock.
million kimchi coins?
The Porsche Pame they just looked at cost just over 2 million kimchi coins.
They knew that the repair cost of the Typhoon Son would definitely be expensive.
But it will cost you 3 to 5 million just to repair a piece of paint.
I can almost buy two Porsche Panameras.
You are not asking someone to repair your car, you are simply extorting money.
In fact, Song Meihui, Yin Enhui and the other two girls all misunderstood the female salesperson.
First of all.
The maintenance cost of a top-of-the-line limited edition sports car like the Zonda is definitely not cheap.
And it is indeed necessary to return to the place of origin.
But the bad thing about this female salesperson is that she seems to know nothing about cars.
The little girl was the one whose paintwork Song Qiaoen accidentally scratched.
In fact, it is just a small scratch on the carbon fiber rear wing of the Zonda.
Although there will definitely be an impact, it can be dealt with carefully by professionals.
It can be fixed with just a few million kimchi coins, and there is no need for any repairs at all.
She was just trying to trick Song Meihui and the others.
Song Meihui: "How can there be so much money?"
Song Qiaoen: "Mom~~!"
Yin Eun-hui: "Why don't you go and rob it?"
"Please be patient, everyone! I haven't finished talking about the issue of compensation costs!" The salesperson was actually mentally prepared for the three women's current expressions and attitudes.
But she is not in a hurry.
She likes to see other people anxious.
"Anything else?" Song Meihui really frowned this time.
"Of course!" the salesperson nodded.
Then he flipped through some report sheets again and said to Song Meihui, "Because this car is a reserved car."
"So the delay, and the depreciation of the vehicle."
"About 15 billion kimchi coins are needed."
"Hiss~~~!"
The sound of people sucking in air came from the mouths of Song Meihui and Yin Eunhui in an instant.
The previous maintenance cost of million kimchi coins was enough to surprise them.
Now the depreciation cost is 15 billion.
Never mind buying a car.
It’s enough to buy a top-notch apartment in the capital.
That’s less than 20 billion dollars.
"Ms. Song!"
"Would you like to pay by card or cash?"
The female news sender looked at the shocked expressions of the other girls and felt extremely happy.
A small secretary and an assistant dared to come to their car dealership to look at cars.
Who do you really think you are?
“Swipe the card~~!”
Just when the female salesperson looked very proud, and Song Meihui and the other girls looked very cold.
Suddenly, a masculine voice came from behind the female salesperson.
"President?"
"President?" "Huh?"
When that voice reached the ears of Song Meihui and Yin Eunhui, the expressions of the two women changed instantly.
It's just that Song Meihui's expression became a little guilty, while Yoon Eunhui's expression was full of surprise.
Without even waiting for Song Meihui to stand up, Yin Enhui stood up directly, pushed away the puzzled female salesperson, and rushed straight to the tall figure standing in the sales hall.
"President~~!"
"That saleswoman is a bully."
Yin Enhui did not dare to throw herself into Yang Hao's arms, but her charming eyes, which were already as sharp as silk, were always tightly fixed on Yang Hao.
That's right.
The person who spoke was none other than Yang Hao.
Yang Hao looked at Yin Enhui who was looking happy beside him, and then glanced at the saleswoman standing at the door.
You don't even need to look to understand what's going on.
"Who are you?"
"You said swipe the card, so what?"
"Do you know where this is?"
The female salesperson Li Lizhen finally came to her senses and roared at Yang Hao with an unhappy look on her face.
However, Yang Hao did not pay attention to her at first. Instead, he walked past her, came into the lounge, and sat down on the sofa that originally belonged to Yoon Eun Hye.
And this position was next to where Song Meihui had just stood up.
"President~~!"
Song Meihui's pretty face was now full of guilt.
Instead of standing up, Song Qiaoen, who was sitting next to her mother, looked at Yang Hao, who was sitting there with a domineering and handsome look on her face with curiosity.
This Oppa is so handsome.
Is this the Chinese president that mom was talking about?
You speak Korean very well!
“This is not a company!”
"Sit down~~!"
Yang Hao simply patted the sofa beside him.
Song Meihui immediately sat obediently next to Yang Hao.
"I was just talking to you."
"Who are you?"
Li Lizhen still had the same crazy attitude as before.
But now, although my attitude remains the same, I feel a little uneasy inside.
After all, Yang Hao's aura is not like that of an ordinary small boss.
"Let you guys have the final say here."
"I don't want to waste my breath with someone like you!"
Yang Hao said these two simple sentences without even looking at the female salesperson.
Yang Hao has long passed the time when he had nothing better to do than to show off and get slapped in the face.
Yang Hao now.
I just want to solve the current problem as quickly as possible using the simplest and most brutal method.
Because this kind of person who looks down on others will become more and more arrogant the more you explain to her.
So Yang Hao came over and got straight to the point.
"You" Li Lizhi originally wanted to refute.
But when she opened her mouth, she was instantly frightened by the unintentional glance of the man in front of her and swallowed all the words back.
"I don't want to repeat myself a third time."
"Call the man who's really in charge."
"Otherwise you will end up in a miserable situation."
That’s right, this is Yang Hao’s dominance in the Korean country.
Don't even mention you, a small salesperson.
Even if they are the second generation of chaebols, Yang Hao still has control over them.
"I, I, I understand."
I don’t know if it was because Yang Hao activated the BUFF, or because of the transformation he underwent over time.
Now, when Yang Hao releases the aura that truly belongs to a superior, it is really not something that ordinary people can withstand.
With just two simple sentences, the saleswoman who had been so arrogant and proud just now could only run away in shame under the gaze of her young colleague.
"President~~! You are so handsome!"
The young assistant Yin Enhui, who had already been impressed by Yang Hao's domineering personality, would have knelt down in front of Yang Hao's trousers and held up the scepter representing authority if the underage Song Qiaoen was not still present.
"I'm sorry, President."
The more Yang Hao acted like this, the more guilty Song Meihui felt. No matter how unreasonable the salesperson had just been, it was they who caused the scratches on the other person's car after all.
"Why do you want to say sorry?" Yang Hao just glanced at Song Meihui.
Of course, at this glance, he also saw the face of little Song Meihui, who was somewhat similar to Song Meihui.
Is this Song Meihui's daughter?
She is truly a real beauty.
However, Yang Hao did not stare helplessly at the other person's daughter who was still in her senior year of high school, but finally set his gaze on Song Meihui's pretty face.
"I, actually..." Song Meihui, who was a little nervous and had a pounding heart due to Yang Hao's gaze, was about to explain what had just happened.
However, Yang Hao interrupted him by waving his hand and said, "No need to explain so much."
"As my secretary, there's nothing wrong with that."
“Only right!”
"Just leave it to me."
Invisible pretense is the most deadly.
After hearing Yang Hao's next two sentences, Yin Enhui felt her legs go weak.
Song Qiaoen, who had always regarded herself as a bystander, looked at the handsome uncle sitting next to her mother with shining eyes.
So handsome.
That Jin Manxiu can never compare to the uncle in front of me.
Are all Chinese men so handsome?
"Good job, President~~!" Song Meihui herself didn't know what to say. She could only lower her pretty face which was slightly red because she was impressed by Yang Hao's domineering attitude.
Yang Hao, who had already started listening to his inner voice, just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
There are only two words in my mind: grasp.
However, Yang Hao did not show it so obviously. He just said to Song Meihui who lowered her head, "Check which wealth or company owns this car dealership."
"The one who bullied me."
"Have you asked me?"
Ok!
Pretending to be cool is addictive.
In Yang Hao's eyes, the chaebols in Korea are just like that.
"Yes, President!" Song Meihui nodded quickly and took out her mobile phone, intending to use her connections to find out the owner of the car dealership.
Yang Hao was quietly waiting for the real manager of this car dealership to come.
The female salesperson who left did not keep Yang Hao waiting for long.
Less than 10 minutes.
The female salesperson who had just left came to the lounge with a fat man with a big belly and wearing a black suit.
"Hello sir!"
"I'm Director Xiao Song of this car dealership."
"I wonder if there is anything you need from me, sir?"
The fat man was not as humble as imagined, but rather polite on the surface.
Because he did not recognize which chaebol in Korea this extraordinary man in front of him belonged to.
Ok.
In other words, people didn't recognize who Yang Hao was.
Although he was polite, that was because of his job.
However, when he saw Yang Hao, he originally thought that it was some chaebol young master who came to cause trouble, but now it seems that he is not as dangerous as he imagined.
But that's just what he thought.
Because right after he opened his mouth.
The female secretary sitting next to the man spoke to him.
"President."
"I found it."
"This car dealership belongs to the Song family."
"Oh? So that's it!" Yang Hao heard Song Meihui say that this car dealership belongs to the Song family.
A strange smile suddenly appeared on the handsome face that was originally calm.
We had planned to meet again in the evening.
I guess it can be brought forward.
Thinking of this, Yang Hao did not immediately respond to the sales director who made him feel disgusted. Instead, he took out his phone.
As for what to do with the phone.
Of course, I called the second-generation son of the Song family. (End of this chapter)
