"Then what do you think I'm doing here?" Zhou Zhenlin asked.

The salesman was stunned for a moment and said, "Do you want to buy clothes?"

The tone was full of disbelief.

In the past, Zhou Zhenlin would feel heartbroken and even angry after hearing these words, but he did not dare to take any practical action.

But things are different now. He has money now, so he has enough confidence.

"Snapped!"

Zhou Zhenlin slapped the salesman directly.

"Am I here not to buy clothes but to go shopping? Is this your attitude towards customers?" Zhou Zhenlin roared, venting all his inner unhappiness and resentment.

The salesman was stunned by Zhou Zhenlin's slap and looked at him blankly.

At this time, a middle-aged man came over with a kind face and said: "Sir, I am the sales manager here. What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to buy clothes, and this person's attitude makes me very unhappy." Zhou Zhenlin pointed at the salesman.

The sales manager smiled and apologized to Zhou Zhenlin.

The salesman bit his lip, lowered his head and admitted his mistake, and said, "Sir, what is your budget?"

"It doesn't matter how much it is, I want the most expensive one from you, whether it's one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, or one million, it doesn't matter." Zhou Zhenlin said proudly.

The salesman seemed to have forgotten the slap on the face and immediately smiled and groveled.

"Hey, okay, please come over here." The salesman said with a smile.

Zhou Zhenlin said: "You are not needed."

Then he pointed to the sales manager and said, "Here you go."

The sales manager smiled and dismissed the salesman.

The salesman slapped himself remorsefully and stepped aside dejectedly.

While the sales manager carefully showed Zhou Zhenlin around and introduced the clothing, he shouted to his subordinates not far away: "Xiao Wu, make tea!"

Zhou Zhenlin has never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

"Han family villa, Han Wenqiang's room.

A young man in a suit came in from the outside and said respectfully to Han Wenqiang: "Master, Zhou Zhenlin is currently going on a shopping spree with the 500 million you gave us."

Han Wenqiang turned around from the leather swivel chair and said, "Is there anything else?"

The young man shook his head and said, "Master, is such a person worthy of entering our Han family?"

Han Wen forced a smile and said nothing.

The young man said: "How about I go and make him spit out all the money now?"

Han Wenqiang shook his head and said meaningfully: "I don't want him."

"He's just a poor, crazy guy."

Han Wenqiang smiled and said: "No one can resist money. A person who says he has no idea about money must be a fool or someone who has had money."

"If a poor man suddenly becomes a rich man, if the speed is too fast, it will be very scary, unless he can control it.

"Wealth is suddenly given to you. If you can control it, it is your wealth. If you don't have that life, you may not be able to control the wealth, and you may have problems."

The young man said: "Master, are you testing him?"

Han Wenqiang raised the corners of his mouth and said, "You will see the result in three months."

The young man nodded and said, "Do I still need to continue to monitor him?"

Han Wenqiang shook his head and said: "It's not necessary, just come back."

He took a deep breath, with a faint smile on his face, and added: "Besides, Shuyi doesn't want me to send someone to monitor him."

"yes."

The young man resigned.

…

At this time, Zhou Zhenlin changed into a brand-new outfit. He replaced the street stall goods he once had, and changed into a brand-name outfit from beginning to end.

The sales manager behind him ran out, carrying a paper bag, and shouted: "Sir, your clothes."

Zhou Zhenlin did not turn around, but waved his hand behind him and said coolly: "Throw it away."

The sales manager nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."

Since he got money, Zhou Zhenlin feels confident.

Money is really the backbone of a man, and women are just his face.

A man is still a man without a woman. If a man has no money, he is like a mollusk with his backbone ripped out. He will never be able to lift his head or straighten his back.

Zhou Zhenlin now deeply realizes this.

The WeChat group received the message. Zhou Zhenlin lowered his head and saw that they were talking about tonight's class reunion.

——Mr. Liu, where did you get rich recently?

——Hi, I started a small business and transferred tens of millions.

——Wow, that’s awesome, he’s a big boss!

——It’s just so-so. I just bought a Mercedes-Benz. To be honest, it doesn’t feel very good when driving.

Everyone started talking about it in the WeChat group.

Zhou Zhenlin sneered, you are just bragging, but I am really awesome now.

He edited a message: "Mercedes-Benz is really not that good."

It might not matter if it were someone else saying this, but everyone knew that Zhou Zhenlin was not doing well, so they started mocking him.

——Ouch, where did Boss Zhou make a fortune recently?

——Haha, I heard that Boss Zhou works for Yang Shuo at Yunhai Pharmaceutical.

——It’s not bad to be a subordinate of Yang Shuodang.

——That is, if Boss Zhou works hard and works hard, Yang Shuo will be able to get a new car in the second half of the year.

You can see their disgusting faces through the screen.

However, Zhou Zhenlin found it interesting.

If he drove a luxury car to a class reunion, what would the faces of those who were mocking him look like?

Zhou Zhenlin raised the corner of his mouth and found the WeChat ID he had added for many years but had not contacted.

It was a luxury car salesman, whose surname was Dai.

Zhou Zhenlin: Mr. Dai, do you have any big names here?

Dai: No.

Zhou Zhenlin: Is there a Bentley?

Dai: What, you want to buy it?

I also posted a somewhat disdainful emoticon below.

Zhou Zhenlin: Is it convenient now?

Dai: Then come on.

Although they were chatting on WeChat, Zhou Zhenlin could feel the impatience in his tone through the screen.

Zhou Zhenlin turned off his mobile phone and went to the 4S store.

There happened to be a Bentley on display there.

Zhou Zhenlin found someone and asked, "Who is Mr. Dai?"

The man said: "I am."

Zhou Zhenlin looked at him. He was wearing very ordinary clothes. He should be an ordinary salesman.

Calling him Mr. Dai is really a bit of a compliment to him.

He was not polite and agreed.

Zhou Zhenlin pointed to the Bentley on display. Next to the Bentley, there was a good-looking car model sitting on the front hood of the car.

Almost all men know what a car model wears. Sitting on the hood of the car and squeezing your legs makes people want to see it but can't.

Dai Sales said: "Stop pointing, you can't afford it."

Zhou Zhenlin said: "I'm talking about the car."

Dai Sales smiled disdainfully and said, "Then you can't even afford it."

Zhou Zhenlin was a little disgusted by his expression, so he took out his bank card and said, "Swipe your card and I'll drive away now."
To be continued...