"Haha! That Fatty, I'm not saying anything, but don't you guys have rules in this business?"
"Why, when staff from other shops come to your shop, you don't manage it?"
Master Bao sneered as he spoke.
Hearing Master Bao's words, the middle-aged man paused for a moment.
Someone from another place comes to our place?
There's really not much difference between selling cars and selling clothes.
Just like how clothes shops don't welcome competitors, car dealers aren't fond of them either.
After all, if they're all insiders bringing people to look at cars, the profits will surely shrink.
Moreover, apart from these concerns, it could also lead to other troubles.
"No way? Who's got such guts! Unless he doesn't want to continue in this business."
"Besides, it's not just about selling cars; he won't survive in any sales position for any product."
The middle-aged man already saw that today Master Bao seemed to be in a bad mood, so he cautiously accompanied him with a smile.
