Harry’s favorites were, of course, the Maybach S-Class and the S-Class AMG, but both models cost more than 280,000 dollars, and both required a premium to reserve.
Although Harry now had 1.8 million dollars in his hand, it was more than enough to challenge such a car. But, Harry would not consider buying that kind of top luxury car.
Moreover, the S-Class was too big. It looked impressive, but it was not suitable for everyday driving—it was more appropriate for hiring a driver. The rcedes-Benz S-Class was mostly used for business purposes.
If he were to start a company in the future, Harry might consider buying one, but for now, he was purchasing a car for his mother-in-law to use for daily errands.
After looking around, Harry still thought that the rcedes-Benz E300L best suited the current age and needs of his mother-in-law, Hazel.
"That’s it!" he decided.
Harry made a simple comparison among the three categories: fashionable, luxurious, and noble. The lowest price for the fashion model was 90,000 dollars, and once delivered, it would cost a little over 100,000 dollars.
The best premium model was 40,000 dollars more expensive, with the base price being around 130,000 dollars and the delivered price around 150,000 dollars.
As for performance, configuration, and so on, Harry didn’t want to look any further. He opted directly for the modified premium model of the rcedes-Benz E300L. In his mind, one should not ask for the absolute best—only for the most expensive.
After all, making money was easy now, and Harry had always believed that you get what you pay for. There must be a reason why it was expensive!
After making his decision, Harry directly called the Local Dealership store.
"Hello, this is the rcedes-Benz dealer ship store. I’m Xaria, a sales representative. How can I help you?" ca the gentle, pleasant voice of a female salesperson.
"Oh, I want to buy a rcedes-Benz E300L premium model with a vertical logo. I don’t like the big logo. Do you have any in stock? I have to pick it up tomorrow," Harry said bluntly.
It felt so good to be rich. One didn’t have to compare or hesitate too much—just do it simply.
When the salesperson heard that Harry was well-off, she imdiately replied with respect and excitent, "Hello, sir. We do have this car in stock, but the color is only black. What color would you prefer?"
"Then let’s go with the black one. Please reserve the car for , and I’ll co to your store to buy it tomorrow. Do you need a deposit? If you do, I’ll transfer the money to you now."
Harry had originally intended to buy a black one. For a car like a rcedes-Benz, other colors didn’t look as good; only black was most suitable for the solemn, steady, and majestic image of a rcedes-Benz.
He was still a little excited at the thought that he would soon beco a distinguished rcedes-Benz owner. In the past, he could only envy other people’s rcedes-Benzes and had fantasized that one day he would be able to drive an entry-level rcedes-Benz C-Class.
And now, he could actually buy a rcedes-Benz—a rcedes-Benz E300L worth more than 150,000 dollars!
This made Harry feel as though it weren’t real, as if he were dreaming. He felt like a nouveau riche.
"Okay! Sir! May I ask your na? Is WhatsApp your mobile number? I’ll add you on WhatsApp right away! Rember to call before you co tomorrow!" the salesperson said.
She sounded a little youthful; when she heard that Harry wanted to pay a deposit and pick up the car the next day, she seed montarily taken aback by his nouveau riche tone.
"My na is Harry, and my WhatsApp ID is my mobile number. Please add ."
After Harry finished speaking, he hung up the phone and opened WhatsApp. Soon, the salesperson sent him an add request. After Harry accepted it, he looked at her profile picture and discovered that she was indeed a young woman.
Her profile picture was a standard ID photo: she was wearing a black suit and a white shirt, her long black hair tied into a ponytail, and her snow-white, tender skin looked quite delicate. Perhaps it was the effect of her beauty, but Harry felt that this young woman was quite pretty.
It made sense—salespeople who sold luxury cars like rcedes-Benz were expected to be beautiful.
Harry suddenly rembered that the campus beauty from his school days was said to be working as a salesperson at a store. It was just that he hadn’t had any contact information for her back then, so he could have asked her about the situation.
"Wealth without pretense is like wearing fine clothes while walking at night,"
Harry thought. His strongest desire now was to show off in front of those who had once looked down on him—relatives, friends, and forr classmates alike.
If he could contact the school beauty from his days at school and have her buy a rcedes-Benz E300L, the effect would undoubtedly be impressive.
He imagined the expression on her face—the very sa school beauty who had once looked down on him—and found the thought amusing.
Perhaps he could even fulfill a beautiful dream he had nurtured back in school.
Xaria from Houston Benz: "Hello, Mr. Harry! I am Xaria, the sales representative of Houston Benz. I’m glad to et you. Here’s the situation: It’s currently our off-work ti, so I can only process your deposit on your behalf after work tomorrow. If you co early, you won’t need to pay the deposit."
Mr. Harry: "A deposit, huh? Please inform your dealership to avoid any complications. How much is it? I’ll transfer the money to you right now! I must pick up the car tomorrow—do you understand what I an?"
Xaria from Houston Benz: "I understand! Leave this matter to —I will definitely handle it for you. The deposit is 5,000 dollars."
Mr. Harry: "Okay!"
Harry then transferred 11,000 dollars to Xaria via Bank.
Mr. Harry: "[Receipt of 10,000 dollar transfer] It’s so late, and I’m disturbing your rest. The 1,000 is tip for you. I’ll co earlier tomorrow. Please rember to have the car ready for !"
Xaria from Houston Benz: "Mr. Harry, you are too polite! I’m very grateful that you chose to buy a car from to boost my performance!"
Xaria felt a surge of excitent. After all, not many custors were as generous and easy to deal with as Mr. Harry.
Most wealthy clients were stingy—even when they gave a tip, it was always for a specific purpose. But Mr. Harry seed to have no ulterior motive at all.
He transferred cash and a tip imdiately, which left Xaria, a newcor in car sales, feeling both pleasantly surprised and a little bewildered.
It all felt surreal—like a dream that couldn’t be real. Nevertheless, the deposit of 10,000 dollars and the tip of 1,000 dollars were undeniably substantial. No one would ss around with such an amount.
Xaria thought to herself, "Could it be... just as the fortune teller said... that I’ll et a noble person this year? Could this Mr. Harry be my noble person? Otherwise, how could sothing this wonderful happen?"
Mr. Harry continued, "Just take care of it for . Alright, go ahead and do your work—I’ll co to pick up the car from you tomorrow."
Xaria from Houston Benz: "Goodbye, Mr. Harry! See you tomorrow!"
Later that evening, Xaria turned off her cell phone and, while sitting in the living room of her shared apartnt watching TV with her three roommates, she couldn’t help but beam with excitent.
"Yeah! The fortune teller was right! I’m really going to et a noble person this year!! That’s amazing!"
One of her roommates, a young woman lounging on the sofa while snacking and watching TV, looked at Xaria curiously and asked, "Xaria, why are you so excited? What happened that makes you so happy? Is there a boy chasing you?"
Xaria laughed and replied, "No, no! What are you guessing? Why should I be excited about a boy chasing ? It’s so annoying! I just t a noble man who is extrely generous!"
She went on to tell the other three girls that Mr. Harry had just paid the deposit and tip to secure the rcedes-Benz E300L—without even asking about any discounts or negotiating a lower price.
"Are you bragging? Is this true?"
"They called you out of the blue, added you on WhatsApp to book a car? They didn’t even haggle over discounts—they just paid a deposit to book it?"
"What?! He gave you a 1,000-dollar tip?! That’s so aweso! Isn’t he afraid you might be a scamr?"
"How could he be a scamr? Have you ever seen a scamr approach you and give you money? And it’s 11,000 dollars in total! Why would he cheat you?"
In the shared apartnt, Xaria’s roommates—all around her age and recent college graduates—chat excitedly.
Perhaps it was true that birds of a feather flock together; these three girls were all stunning, each possessing striking looks and figures.
Being close friends in a private living space ant they dressed very stylishly—sotis wearing clothes that revealed their breasts and long legs, either half-covered or modestly veiled with a light fabric that hinted at their snow-white, tender skin.
So of the roommates were tall, so slim; so had darker complexions, others fair; so boasted big breasts, while others had long, slender legs. Although each had her own unique charm, they were all undeniably young and beautiful.
"How can soone like that exist? I feel like I’m watching a TV drama. Could it be that your luck in love has finally turned?"
"Real rich people certainly won’t waste ti haggling. If they have the ti, they can earn dozens or even hundreds of tis more than what they negotiate."
"He’s so wealthy—he must be no ordinary man. I bet he’s a second-generation rich guy! Xaria, you must seize this opportunity! Maybe you can even achieve a class transition through this connection!"
"You’re hooking up with a rich second-generation man, but don’t forget about your sisters!"
Several won imdiately started chattering and playing around excitedly.
Even though Xaria coquettishly protested, "No way! I plan to buy a house through my own efforts—I’m going to achieve a class transition all on my own,"
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