Rejecting 996, the capital of the whole world is broken

Chapter 13 The largest single value in the cemetery industry is born!
High-priced cemetery.

Seeing Song Wen coming, the old man who had been waiting for a whole afternoon stood up happily.

"You are enjoying yourself, kid. I have been sitting with this idiot for the whole afternoon."

Before Song Wen could speak, the sales manager stepped forward.

"Sorry for the long wait, old man. I just gave this kid a lesson. Big customers are the most important in the world. No matter which piece of blessed land you buy, I will give you a 10% discount!"

"I'll take it all as my apology to you."

"By the way, I'll give you an additional health checkup package worth 2666 yuan."

The old man snorted disdainfully, "All crows are black."

The sales manager was stunned by this sudden comment, and his eyes unconsciously looked a little bleak.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I want to buy a grave."

The sales manager interrupted awkwardly: "Old man, it's a blessed land, a grave... How unpleasant it sounds."

"Can a nice-sounding name be used to make a living? How can calling it a blessed land allow me to live a few more years? You are the most deceptive people when you come up with these words!"

The manager's face was full of black lines, and he could only smile awkwardly: "Well, everyone has different ideas, you can call it whatever you want."

The old man rolled his eyes at the manager, then his expression changed and he looked at Song Wen.

"You are the boss, right? I want to ask you if I can get the bonus from this guy if I buy a grave for him?"

The manager nodded quickly: "Of course, but Song Wen is a part-time worker and may not be familiar with the business and procedures. I will bring him to serve you next."

After saying that, the manager looked at Song Wen and the old man carefully, and felt that they must have some blood relationship. It was very likely that they were here to help boost performance.

"That's fine, but I don't need you. I'm buying a grave, and your bonus can only be given to this young man, otherwise I won't buy it."

"Don't worry, this is the park's rule and it can't be false." The manager continued to smile.

"Which one do you like? I'll check to see if it's reserved."

The old man raised his hand and pointed, "I'll go first."

Before he finished speaking, Song Wen interrupted him: "Old man, have you thought it through? The minimum price for this grave is 150,000."

As soon as the words fell, the sales manager's eyelids jumped!
What the hell are you thinking about? He has said he wants to buy it several times! And the commission has been given to you, are you crazy?
This isn't day labor, this is the second generation of rich people experiencing life among the common people, right? !
Don't get involved!

"Song!" the manager said sternly.
But the old man directly blocked his words: "I have been thinking about it for a long time! I will start with twenty."

Song Wen: ???
All sales: ???

The sales manager also stared, and forcibly changed the direction and tone of the words that were stuck in his mouth.

"Brother Song! It's great that you can always think about the customers!"

"This is exactly what our company has always valued the most!"

The entire No. 10 live broadcast room had the same high blood pressure as the sales manager!

"Did I hear you right? Twenty? Even if each is 150,000, twenty would be three million!"

"Can this old man come up with three million?! He doesn't look like it based on the way he's dressed! And he kept talking about membership deductions before, but I didn't expect he was just a hidden rich man pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?!"

"Damn it! Song Wen has found a treasure! Three million! How much commission will he get? I'm afraid it's a number that mortals like me can't even reach!"

"No! Those salesmen were like crazy. They only sold one high-priced tomb in the whole morning, and Song Wen kept stopping people to buy and sold twenty in one go?? I don't understand my family!"

Everyone present was also confused.
I have no idea what this old man likes about Song Wen?

If he is a relative, wouldn't it be better to just give him the money? Why bother with all this effort? What tricks did this day laborer use?! Did he use drugs?!

"Sir, are you sure you want twenty?" the sales manager tried to calm himself.

Twenty tombs, at least three million! If there are more, it could even reach more than five million!
He has never seen such a large order in all these years of selling tombs!

Which kind person can buy dozens of tombs at once?
"What's wrong?" The old man said unhappily, "Are you worried that I can't afford it? Or do you not have twenty?"

The sales manager's eyes lit up, and his fawning expression was just like the ones worn by the Western Factory workers around the emperor in ancient times.

"Yes! Of course!"

"You are a big customer! Even if you have a reservation, I have to process it for you first!"

"Are you guys just venting your anger? Hurry up and get the contract! Wait! Let the old gentleman take a seat first!"

The salespeople obviously haven't recovered from their shock yet.
安灵园的销售提成分三档，5万以下提3%，5到15万提5%，十五万以上提10%。

The high-priced cemetery area starts at a minimum of 10, which means that Song Wen will get % of the total value of these tombs!

At least 30! No upper limit!

It can be said that Song Wen’s income on this day will exceed their total income for a year or even several years!

That’s what it’s like to win the lottery, right?
Why didn't I notice this old man at the beginning! Otherwise, let alone saying he looks like my father, I should at least kowtow to him!

Just when everyone was in a panic,
Song Wen, who had been silent, spoke up: "Grandpa, this is a multi-million dollar expense, why don't you discuss it with your family?"

"Besides, why did you buy so many of these? The days of speculating on graves are long gone, and the value of graves won't increase anymore."

What you fear will come true. The sales manager is now afraid that Song Wen will open his mouth!
This guy has nothing else to do but to persuade people to quit!

It seems like there is some kind of irreconcilable enmity between money and me!
Under the sales manager's terrified gaze, the old man smiled carefreely:
"I'm not speculating in tombs. I have a large family, so I bought tombs for all of them while I still have some spare money."

"The money has been spent, and it will save my family from arguing over this little money after I die."

"Xiao Song, I know you have good intentions. It is because of your words today that I was awakened."

"In this world, everyone is trying to figure out how to make money. Instead of struggling with it, I'd rather follow my heart like you do."

"I am willing to spend this money. It is worthwhile for me to have a friend like you."

Song Wen sighed, smiled and shook his head.

"Well, as long as you are happy, pleasing yourself is what your heart desires."

The old man nodded earnestly: "Well, that's a good point!"

"You are so young but you are so clear-headed. I hope you can always be like this."

The sales manager was afraid that Song Wen would say something more, so he hurriedly took the old man to choose a grave with a smile on his face.

Under the old man's strong request, Song Wen had no choice but to follow him.

In the end, the old man selected twenty plots of grave with a total price of 435 million!
It broke the highest single value in the tomb industry in one fell swoop, breaking it completely.
This time, not only all the employees of the cemetery, but even the leaders of the Longevity Association came. What they saw was not an old man buying a tomb, but a fraud... uh... a gold mine on the road to longevity.

"It's agreed that the bonus I get from buying these graves must be given to Xiao Song!"

"No, you have to give out more! Otherwise I won't buy it."

The sales manager personally held the card reader and assured:

"Don't worry! There must be more! I would even give him my position!"

(End of this chapter)