Li Bin glanced at the salesman. This guy was tall, handsome, and well-dressed, with a Blancpain 6654 on his wrist, just like Li Bin's.
Except his was clearly real, while Li Bin's was a fake.
The two watches looked identical, but the thickness gave it away. Li Bin, who'd studied replicas, knew the biggest flaw in fakes was thickness—replicas couldn't match the real deal's slim profile under full functionality.
Seeing the guy's real watch, Li Bin felt a twinge of embarrassment, tempted to rip his off and hide it to avoid being exposed and humiliated.
In front of this polished, charismatic salesman, Li Bin couldn't help feeling inferior.
"I'm surnamed Li, uh～～well, I'll just look around～～you go do your thing～～" Li Bin dodged the salesman's gaze, heading toward the E-Class display area.
"Sir, this is the E-Class area. The A-Class is over there," the salesman, Yue Yang, said with a polite smile, stepping in front of Li Bin and pointing to the C-Class section.
Yue Yang, with four or five years in the dealership, had seen all types of customers. From Li Bin's casual clothes and Toyota Corolla, he'd pegged him as a loser.
This type—vain, dreaming of Mercedes' luxury and prestige but broke—was usually a working-class nobody. They'd come to a Mercedes dealership aiming for the cheapest model, the A-Class, just for the badge.
So Yue Yang had already decided to pitch the A-Class to Li Bin. And he wasn't planning to roll out the red carpet.
Salespeople judged customers by appearance.
For obvious big shots, rich and free-spending, they'd fawn, charm them into buying, maybe even network for future connections.
But for clear losers, you flexed Mercedes' prestige, using a haughty vibe to make them feel small. Give them an "buy it or beat it" attitude.
That way, vain, insecure losers would often resolve to take out loans to buy, thinking an A-Class would make them elite.
"Sorry～～uh～～I'm here to look at the E-Class," Li Bin said, mildly annoyed but still smiling, waving a hand. "I'll check it out myself, no need for your help."
With that, he headed straight for a black Mercedes E300L on display.
"Pfft!～～" Yue Yang let out a cold sneer, shooting Li Bin a "you can't afford it" look, stepping aside to watch him like it was a show.
The sleek, elegant black exterior and ultra-luxurious interior stunned Li Bin at first glance. The gleaming Mercedes emblem was especially mesmerizing.
No denying it—Mercedes, especially the E-Class and S-Class, oozed luxury. Most people couldn't look away.
The brand had mastered crafting that upscale, prestigious vibe.
"Darling! I want this one!! This one's perfect! It's so gorgeous!～～～" A woman's sultry, whiny voice came from the other side of the car. Li Bin peeked over, seeing a young woman clinging to a middle-aged man's arm, rubbing her big tits against him while begging.
"Baby, this car's not practical, and it's not suited for a woman to drive. I think that white C200L is better for you!" The man looked wealthy but winced at the E-Class's steep price.
"No way～～～I want this one! I love it!～～" The woman whined again, tugging him toward the car.
Li Bin, meanwhile, opened the door and slid into the driver's seat, admiring the interior.
The moment he sat, it felt worlds apart from his Corolla—spacious, luxurious, and incredibly comfortable.
"No more thinking! This is the one!" Li Bin nodded, satisfied, running his hand over the steering wheel, muttering to himself.
"Get out, my husband and I need to feel it out!" The woman, spotting a loser like Li Bin in the driver's seat, frowned in disgust. Noticing his cheap, no-name casual clothes, she snapped arrogantly.
"Sir, sorry, please step out. My clients want to test it～～" The female salesperson with the couple also shooed Li Bin out, polite but firm.
Yue Yang sauntered over, smirking, carrying two cups of tea for the couple. "Mr. Li, this is our flagship, the Mercedes E300L Fashion Sedan. Base price is 479,900 RMB."