Chapter 120: Poverty limits imagination

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

The shopping guide was overjoyed. She sold two mobile phones worth more than 300,000 yuan in one day. This month's commission was more than her salary.

But at this moment, Gu Qingcheng took out a golden card from his bag and slapped it on the counter, "Let them wait for a while to see if my customized mobile phone has arrived."

As the world's largest luxury mobile phone brand, Rittal is different from other mobile phones in that it accepts customization.

As long as you have enough money, any kind of mobile phone you want will be satisfied here.

Huang Xiaoli had long since noticed that the fat man's eyes had been wandering around Gu Qingcheng, and she immediately shouted dissatisfied: "Why?

What we bought is the most expensive mobile phone here. Why should we wait? You have to wait too. "

In her opinion, the mobile phone she bought cost more than 300,000 yuan, which was enough to impress the shopping guide lady.

Unexpectedly, the shopping guide lady's expression changed immediately after seeing Gu Qingcheng's golden card, and she said respectfully: "Miss, please wait a moment.

You are our super platinum member, and your business amount exceeds 3 million. I am not qualified to handle it, so I will call the manager for you right away. "

After saying that, she took the card and hurried into the backstage.

Huang Xiaoli was stunned for a moment. What do you mean? What does it mean that the amount exceeds 3 million? Could it be that this woman spent 3 million to buy a mobile phone?

How is this possible? With the housing prices in Jiangnan City, 3 million is enough to buy a small villa. Who would use it to buy a mobile phone?

Before she could recover, a middle-aged man in his 40s hurriedly walked out from the backstage. He was the manager of this mobile phone store, holding a delicate box in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Miss Gu, for keeping you waiting for so long." The manager said with a flattering face, "Miss Gu, this is your customized mobile phone. Please check it out."

Gu Qingcheng nodded indifferently. Except when facing Ye Bufan, she had a cold face towards everyone.

The manager carefully opened the packaging box, took out a black mobile phone and presented it to Gu Qingcheng.

Surprisingly, this phone looks plain and ordinary, and it is a very old phablet phone with a small screen and does not look outstanding in any way.

Not to mention compared to Ye Bufan's luxurious Rittal mobile phone just now, it is incomparable to fruits, rice, and Warwick on the market.

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If it were put on the market and it was said that this is a mobile phone that comes with a 300 yuan deposit, no one would doubt it.

Gu Qingcheng picked up the phone and looked at it, then said, "Okay."

The manager said with a smile on his face: "If you are satisfied, please settle the final payment. You paid a deposit of 2 million yuan before, and now you still need to pay a final payment of 1.5 million yuan."

When she heard that this simple mobile phone cost more than 3 million yuan, Huang Xiaoli was immediately shocked. She couldn't help shouting from the side: "Who are you kidding? You are acting, right?"

Such a broken mobile phone is not worth even 300 yuan, but it is said to be more than 3 million yuan. Do you think others are fools? "

The manager turned to look at her, confirming that she was not with Gu Qingcheng, and said with a sneer: "You are really ignorant. A poor person like you naturally cannot see the luxury of high-end mobile phones."

When Huang Xiaoli heard that she was called poor, she immediately exploded, "Who do you think is poor? Do you talk to customers like this?"

After all, Huang Xiaoli is the woman he brought here. The fat man followed up and said, "Yes, this is obviously a bad old man's phone. Why do you say it is worth more than 3 million?"

The manager turned to look at Gu Qingcheng and said respectfully: "Miss Gu, can I introduce your mobile phone to them?"

Gu Qingcheng nodded.

The manager took the phone, turned to the two people and said, "Today I want you to open your eyes and see what a luxury phone is.

This mobile phone was jointly created by 8 of the world's top designers, with a total of 388 parts. It was completely handmade and took half a year.

The keyboard of the mobile phone is made of rubies, and the keys are all top-grade sapphires. Do you think this kind of mobile phone is worth 3.5 million? "

This time, not only Huang Xiaoli, but also Fatty were dumbfounded. Although he was rich, he was just a nouveau riche and had never entered the upper class. He had never thought that mobile phones could be customized in this way.

I used to hear people say that poverty limits imagination, but I never thought that one day it would happen to me.

Gu Qingcheng ignored these two people and turned around to send the phone to Ye Bufan: "Xiaofan, this was originally a birthday gift I customized for my father. Now I give it to you."

At this time, the people around were all shocked. The two white and rich women were vying to give gifts to the young man in front of them. What kind of rhythm was this?

And this gift is too expensive. A mobile phone is simply more valuable than a car.

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Even a Porsche 911 cannot be sold at this price.

There are also some people who don’t understand why it needs eight top designers to design a device that is clearly designed for the elderly. Do all top designers have such unique tastes?

Seeing Ye Bufan get another mobile phone worth more than 3 million yuan in an instant, Huang Xiaoli's eyes were filled with jealousy and she shouted to the fat man: "My dear, I also want to customize a mobile phone like this."

When the fat man saw that Gu Qingcheng was even more generous than He Shuangshuang, he instantly extinguished his hope of supporting him. With just the few money he had, it was impossible to support him.

Now that there is no hope, he is no longer interested in buying Huang Xiaoli's mobile phone worth more than 300,000 yuan, let alone a customized mobile phone worth more than 3 million yuan.

"Okay, let's go to the fruit store. The mobile phones there are more fashionable and more suitable for you."

When Huang Xiaoli heard this, she immediately quit and shouted coquettishly: "Baby, I want this mobile phone. Why don't you buy it for me?"

After saying that, she lay down next to Fatty's ear and whispered: "As long as you buy it for others, you can do whatever you want at night..."

Unexpectedly, the fat man completely lost his patience and said dissatisfiedly: "Is your brain sick? Do you think you are inlaid with gold? This is more than 3 million, and a guy like you can play for several years!"

"I……"

Huang Xiaoli was completely dumbfounded, but she didn't dare to say anything. After all, she was just a kept woman, and she had to rely on him to survive.

He Shuangshuang didn't pay any attention to the two people next to him. When he saw that the mobile phone given by the other party was 10 times more valuable than his own, he suddenly became unhappy.

He shouted to the manager at the counter: "Customize a mobile phone for me. The buttons on the mobile phone will be replaced with diamonds. Customized according to the specifications of 10 million."

Customize a 10 million mobile phone? The manager was shocked. These two women were really richer than the other.

He could no longer care about his envy, jealousy, and hatred towards the young man in front of him, and quickly said with a flattering look on his face: "Okay, Miss, what kind of machine do you want to customize?"

Generally speaking, customization customers have different preferences. Some people like customization to be more luxurious, and some people like customization to be more low-key.

Gu Qingcheng's face suddenly turned cold, "It's more expensive, right?"

She then said: "Boss, customize a mobile phone worth 100 million for me..."

(This chapter is updated for the fat cat rolling around)