LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 83: E-class
"Hana! I really know I was wrong! I... what do you want in exchange for your forgiveness? I..." Under Hana's aggressive and rude attitude, Jiam no longer cared about saving face.
He knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes and sincerely admitted his mistake, "Hana, I was wrong. I will never do this to you again! If you want me to go east, I will never go west. Whatever you say is what it is! Just come back with me!"
Seeing Jiam kneeling on the ground, Harry and Wanda both showed expressions of horror.
A man's knees are made of gold. It seemed that this time Jiam truly realized his fault.
If one thought about it carefully, Jiam was really good to Hana. Moreover, Jiam was a doctor, had a high income, and was considerate. In fact, many women couldn't find such a good husband even if they had every opportunity.
Although Hana was very beautiful, had a great figure, and a good job, in a real comparison, Hana was not at a disadvantage at all.
This time, even Wanda couldn't stand it anymore.
"Hana, it's okay! Jiam has done this—just forgive him! After all, you are husband and wife, so why do this?" Wanda walked forward, pulled Hana close, and leaned near Hana's ear to advise her in a scolding tone.
Hana secretly glanced at Harry and felt even more guilty toward her husband.
Seeing her husband's sincere expression, Hana increasingly regretted the impulsive mistake she had made the previous night. The more that happened, the more Hana felt unable to face her husband.
"Well... then what happened yesterday... is... just over... but our house must be registered under my name! Only in this way will the baby in my belly and I feel safe. Otherwise, if you lose your temper and kick me out again in the future, what should I do?"
Hana stood up with an evasive look in her eyes, pursed her lips shamefully, and pretended to be reasonable to hide the guilt and shame in her heart.
"Okay! I'll listen to you! Let's go home now, prepare the property certificate, and bring my parents to transfer the ownership! Just write your name!"
Seeing Hana agree, Jiam immediately plastered on a flattering smile, supported the visibly angry, pregnant Hana, and walked downstairs holding Hana's hand like a dog.
Watching the couple walking downstairs, Harry found it more and more interesting. Judging from Hana's state just now, it seemed that she had regretted her impulsiveness the previous night.
Harry really wanted to see if Hana could still control herself in the future—be cold to her for a few days first, and then provoke her a little. Harry didn't believe that Hana, being so coquettish, could control herself.
After seeing off Hana and Jiam, Harry drove out alone under the pretext of preparing for a birthday dinner.
Hazel had taken special leave that day to stay at home, and her three daughters were also with her. Harry had even asked the four beauties to go shopping together.
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Inside the Mercedes-Benz store in Hacheston, the bright and luxurious showroom was lit by dazzling high-end incandescent lamps during the day.
Under the light, the brand-new Mercedes-Benz cars flashed with charming luster. The smooth, shiny floor reflected the bright lights, making the entire spacious, clean, and bright hall look prosperous.
Two rows of salesmen in black suits and uniforms stood respectfully at the door, waiting for customers to arrive.
It was only 9 o'clock in the morning, and there were no customers looking at cars in the store. A fashionable and pretty urban beauty walked into the store with an LV bag in one arm and a greasy-faced middle-aged man in the other.
Immediately, a sales consultant quickly followed and enthusiastically explained the cars on display to the pair.
Harry, who had just bought a watch from the Jaeger-LeCoultre counter in the mall, parked his Toyota Corolla in the parking space in front of the store and then got out of the car somewhat stiffly.
Looking at the magnificent and glorious Mercedes-Benz showroom in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little daunted.
Harry came from an average family and had been poor since childhood. After he started working, he hadn't achieved much, and his life had always been frugal.
He never dared to think that he would be able to drive a luxury car like a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW one day. Even the Corolla he drove now was bought with the dowry money from Hana's family and his own savings from work.
A child from a poor family like Harry naturally held an instinctive awe for the century-old Mercedes-Benz luxury car. In the past, Harry would have laughed at himself and wondered when he had become so arrogant as to even dare to visit a Mercedes-Benz 4S store.
But now, with money in his pocket, he looked more confident.
Looking at the two rows of salesmen in suits standing at the door of the dealership—the men tall and handsome and the women all tall beauties with makeup—their glamorous temperament appeared particularly striking against the backdrop of the prosperous showroom.
"Hello, sir! Welcome to Hacheston Mercedes-Benz store!"
Harry walked into the store somewhat awkwardly. The salesmen on both sides immediately greeted him enthusiastically.
A handsome male salesman stepped out from the queue, smiled, and extended his hand to Harry, saying, "Hello, sir. I am Yaeko, the sales manager here. May I ask your name? Which model of Mercedes-Benz would you like to buy today?"
Harry took a look at the salesman. The man was tall, handsome, well‑groomed, and dressed very appropriately.
He was wearing the same Breguet 6654 as Harry. It was just that the other man's model was obviously real, while Harry's was fake.
The two watches looked identical from the outside, but their thicknesses were different. Harry, who was well versed in counterfeit watches, knew very well that the most difficult problem with current counterfeits was matching the thickness of a fully functional watch.
Fake watches could not have the same thickness as real ones, and that was their biggest flaw.
Looking at the real watch on the salesman's wrist, Harry felt a little embarrassed and really wanted to remove his own watch and hide it—to avoid being seen through and humiliated. In front of this handsome and elegant salesman, Harry couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed.
"My last name is Harry, uh... well, let me take a look first... you just do your thing..." Harry dodged the male salesperson and walked toward the E‑class car exhibition area on the other side of the showroom.
"Sir, this is the E‑class car exhibition area, and this is the A‑class car exhibition area," the male salesman Yaek said with a smile, politely standing in front of Harry and pointing to the C‑class car exhibition area.
Yaek had been working at the store for four or five years and had seen all kinds of customers. When Harry walked in, Yaeko had already determined from Harry's dress and the Corolla he drove that Harry was a loser.
This type of customer was the vain, working‑class sort who desired the luxury and nobility of a Mercedes‑Benz but had no money.
Generally speaking, when such people came to a Mercedes‑Benz 4S store, at most they could only buy a logo. If they came for a Mercedes‑Benz, they could only afford the cheapest Mercedes‑Benz A‑Class.
So Yaek had subconsciously decided to introduce the Mercedes‑Benz A‑Class to Harry. Moreover, Yaek had no intention of giving Harry any preferential treatment. When selling cars, they also judged their customers at first glance.
Rich bosses who were willing to spend money would naturally be treated well and coaxed into buying a car, with private contacts established to cultivate long‑term relationships.
But if one could tell at first glance that a customer was a loser, then the noble aura of a Mercedes‑Benz had to be maintained, using a superior temperament to make such people feel ashamed—a feeling that would force these vain, low‑self‑esteem losers to decide to take out a loan to buy a car.
Harry had once thought that by buying a Mercedes‑Benz A‑Class, he would become a superior person.
"Sorry... um... I'm here to see the E‑level," Harry said, feeling a little unhappy, yet still smiling and waving his hand, adding, "I can see it by myself; there's no need to trouble you with an introduction." As he spoke, Harry walked straight toward a black Mercedes‑Benz E300L displayed in the exhibition hall.
"Tsk!~~" Yaeko sneered, turned around, and made an expression that clearly said Harry couldn't afford it, then walked aside while looking at Harry with a sneer, as if he were watching a show.
The graceful, elegant, and noble black appearance of the car, coupled with its ultra‑luxurious interior, left Harry stunned at first sight—especially the shiny Mercedes‑Benz logo, which made it almost impossible to move.
One had to admit that Mercedes‑Benz cars, especially the E‑Class and S‑Class, really imparted a sense of luxury; most people were rendered speechless at the sight of them. Mercedes‑Benz had clearly invested a great deal in creating a sense of luxury and sophistication.
"Honey! I want this one!! I want this one! This one is so beautiful!~~~" A coquettish voice came from the other side of the car.
Harry secretly looked over and saw that a young woman was hugging a middle‑aged man's arm, rubbing his arm with her ample, dangling breasts, and begging in a coquettish tone.
"Baby, this car is not practical, and it's not suitable for a woman like you. I think the white Mercedes‑Benz C200L is most suitable for you!" The middle‑aged man, who looked wealthy, seemed slightly pained by the high price of the Mercedes‑Benz E.
"No~~~ I just want this one! I just like this one!~~" The woman acted even more coquettishly, pulling the man as she tried to get into the car.
At that moment, Harry opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, and began to appreciate the interior of the Mercedes‑Benz.
As soon as he sat in, he felt a distinct difference from his own Corolla. Not only was the interior of this car larger and more luxurious, but it was also extremely comfortable to sit in.
"Don't think about it! Let's take this!" Harry touched the steering wheel with satisfaction and murmured his decision to himself.
"You go out for a while; my husband and I want to experience something!" the woman frowned unhappily upon seeing Harry—a loser—in the driver's seat. After noticing that Harry was wearing a set of casual clothes from an unknown brand, she immediately addressed him arrogantly.
"Sir, I'm sorry, please step outside for a moment. My client wants to test drive the car..." The female salesperson who was accompanying the couple politely but rudely ushered Harry out.
At that moment, Yaek also came over with a smile and specially brought a cup of tea to the couple who were examining the car. He smiled and said to Harry, "Mr. Harry, this is our flagship model, the Mercedes‑Benz E300L fashion sedan, with a base price of 90,000 dollars."