The manager couldn't see the depth of this young man.
Could it be that he made this call just to show off in front of this girl?
But it's impossible.
Lucifer immediately laughed on the phone:
"Your Highness, please wait a moment, I will ask that old guy Adrian to call you in person right away!"
Su Mu snorted directly:
"Do I know who Adrian is? I just need this watch!"
Lucifer on the other end of the phone smiled helplessly:
"As you wish, your will, my will."
Su Mu hung up the phone and said to the middle-aged manager with a smile:
"Okay, go ahead and do your work. Let's see if everything is okay?"
The manager had no choice but to make a helpless expression and signal the waiter behind him to pour two cups of coffee.
Before the coffee was even served, the middle-aged man who had just left suddenly rushed out sweating profusely.
Because he ran too fast, he even hit the counter hard, which scared all the waiters in the store.
Manager, what's wrong?
These waiters were all surprised why the manager lost his composure, but what the manager did next frightened everyone even more.
The middle-aged man almost crawled up to Su Mu, with an almost humble respect on his face and an unconcealable nervousness:
"Dear Sir, could you please sit down and have a rest? The key to the safe is in the bank vault. I have notified someone to pick it up immediately. Please wait a moment!"
All the waiters looked at their manager in disbelief. The huge store was quiet and not a single sound was made.
Su Mu smiled and nodded:
"Okay, don't worry."
Ning Yan was also a little dumbfounded.
In fact, she liked this watch very much from the first time she saw it.
Unfortunately, the other party didn't buy it at all.
Ye Wanqiu also liked this watch very much. At first, the two of them discussed that if they could buy it, they would take turns wearing it.
The manager's next words not only frightened all the waiters, but even Ning Yan was dumbfounded.
"Sir, thank you very much for your love for this watch. In order to thank you, the headquarters will give you this watch and the watch from the headquarters. The headquarters has already arranged a special flight. Tomorrow afternoon at the latest, that watch will be sent to you.
The watch will be delivered."
The waiters collectively exploded.
"What did I hear?"
"Oh my God!"
"Impossible, I must be hallucinating."
"Yes, yes, me too, it must be."
The waiter was completely dumbfounded.
Su Mu said somewhat unhappily:
"Are you kidding? Give it to me? I bought it as a gift. If you give it to me, and then I give it away, should you give it to me or should I give it to you?"
The call he received just now was made personally by the president of the Swiss headquarters.
On the phone, the other party warned him in a voice that was almost like a roar that no matter what he thought of, he would give away the watch.
That's right, it's a gift, not a sale.
If he can give it away, the president will give him a promotion and a salary increase, and he can even be promoted to the president of Greater China.
But if you can’t send it out, the manager’s bonus this year will be wasted, let alone a promotion or salary increase.
The manager is Alexander.
But he knew that the more someone like Su Mu, the more consistent he was in doing things.
Even if he didn't want the bonus, he wouldn't dare to beg the other party to accept the watch.
People are not short of money, but what are they short of?
What is missing is the mind...ah, what is missing is the sense of ritual.
The middle-aged manager also has ten thousand grass and mud horses whizzing by in his mind.
Patek Philippe has the only handmade watch that needs to be put into a museum. Not to mention others, the public price is 30 million, and it takes less than ten minutes to buy it. Doubling the price is definitely not a problem.
When the top rich like it?
Scarcity, uniqueness.
Who cares about the cheap goods that money can buy?
You know, even in Europe, among the ancient aristocrats with orderly inheritance, even if the king of those countries wants to buy a limited edition watch for the princess, he has to queue up.
Who is this man in front of me?
The CEO was on the phone and wanted to stick out his tongue to lick this man's feet through the phone.
Kneel down and lick.
That is the real kneeling and licking.
The middle-aged manager was so surprised and happy that he was a little confused.
very good, very powerful.
I will inevitably become an important part of Patek Philippe's hundreds of years of history.
Mom, I accidentally became a famous person in history.
That feeling is so amazing.
When the manager woke up, the first thing he did was to order people to close the store.
Then he respectfully ground two cups of coffee and delivered them to her. The phone on his body suddenly rang.
He glanced sideways at the number, trembled all over, and quickly connected:
"Mr...Mr. President."
The president said quickly on the other end of the phone:
"Please ask that gentleman to answer the phone."
The middle-aged manager let out a big sigh of relief. Fortunately, let the president take care of this hot potato.
"Sir, could you please take the call from our president?"
Su Mu was not used to using other people's phones, especially people he didn't know well. Who knew if there was any bacterial infection?
He nodded and smiled:
"Let's open up."
The manager thought he was trying to show off on the spot.
When the speaker was turned on, the elegant and humble voice of the president came over:
"His Royal Highness the Blood Duke, on behalf of the Patek family and the Philippe family, I would like to extend my highest respect to you."
Su Mu curled his lips and said lightly:
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I bought this watch, plus the one from your headquarters. Please send it to me as soon as possible."
The middle-aged manager stood aside, so frightened that cold sweat almost fell from his forehead.
peat.
Something happened again that shattered his outlook even more. Through the phone, he could hear the president's almost flattering voice saying:
"Your Highness, this is a small tribute from the Feili family to you. Please give us a chance, we...!"
Su Mu interrupted the other party rudely:
"Bye!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone unceremoniously.
The manager trembled all over, picked up the phone quickly, put it away quickly, and then said with a cold sweat on his head:
"Sir, I'll go and hurry the bank and ask them to send the keys right away."
The manager really didn't want to stay with Su Mu anymore.
Sometimes, when accompanying a big shot, you also have to see who the big shot is.
A beggar accompanying the emperor?
You must also have the endurance to withstand His Majesty the Emperor's domineering spirit.
Ning Yan waited for the manager to retreat, and finally couldn't help but asked in a shocked voice:
"Who did you call just now? By the way, that CEO called you His Royal Highness, or Duke Brad? Do you have any other mysterious identity? How can you, an Easterner, have a Western title? Or a Duke?"
Su Mu was in a hurry.
But my heart secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Peat.
The English pronunciation of blood is brad.
Fortunately, Sister Ning didn't know what Brad meant.
Blood Duke means very straightforward.
Killed with blood and gained a great reputation.
Originally, he wanted to mix it with a blood prince.
Unfortunately, when he was halfway through his career, the old man issued a transfer order and he was forced to retire.