The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 59

This is the most barbaric statement Isabelle Ford has ever heard after years of selling Harley-Davidson.

He just came and asked if they had 100 bikes.

Isabelle. After a while, he said bitterly, "Master, are you sure you want 100? And you want the latest 100 models?"

Philip nodded indifferently. "really. Don't you have that much? Otherwise, it's okay as long as they're Harley."

Isabelle was stunned once again.

Is it okay as long as they're Harley?

How much does this guy like Harley?

"Sir, our stock is only 32. We just did the math this morning. We don't have 100" Isabelle said sadly.

Is this guy really the new rich?

When Philip heard that, he raised his eyebrows and looked around. "only 32?"

According to Philip's calculations, he would need at least 100. Although they only had more than ten employees, it did not matter if he hired more people.

This was the first time Isabelle had met a client who wanted to buy 100 Harleys at once.

He looked down at Philip.

What if he's crazy?

After seeing her, her face changed. This man's clothes were very ordinary. He wears jeans that are already white because they are often washed and white shirts. He also wore a pair of dirty sports shoes, and his face had a rough beard.

A guy like this can afford 100 Harleys?

Is he just here to be pretentious?

When he thought about this, Isabelle's expression fell. Upon seeing Philip immersed in his thoughts, it made him even more certain that this man was here to cause trouble.

"Sir, do you still want it?" Isabelle asked while controlling her emotions.

Philip frowned and shook his head. He said, "Again, you don't have 100."

Hehe.

This time, Isabelle grinned coldly. He just opened the lid.

'100? I thought you couldn't even afford it. Why are you still pretending to be rich?'

"You sure you're here to buy a motorcycle?" Isabelle said in a despicable manner as she crossed her arms. In just a second, he became arrogant and arrogant.

"Yes, I'm here to buy a motorcycle. 100. Do you have it?" Philip frowned. This salesman did not have the enthusiasm he had now.

"Enough! How long will you pretend? 100? I don't think you can even afford one! Can't you see where you are before coming here to take action?"

Isabelle started screaming in anger.

'Who is he? How dare he come and make trouble in the morning? He must be tired of living!'

"How do you know if I can afford it or not? Plus, I made a reservation." Philip was not happy.

"Hahaha, are you kidding me? You said you could afford 100?" Isabelle looked at Philip from head to toe and sneered. "Sir, if you want to buy a two-wheeled car, please go out and turn right. Jadea was there. Poor people like you have to ride a motorcycle like that. Plus environmentally friendly."

"Isabelle, stop joking. Poor guy like him wants to buy a motorcycle?"

Another seller walked over and scoffed. "Did you see what he was wearing? I don't think he can even afford Jadea. He's just here to take a picture and post it on his social media to show off."

Isabelle laughed sinisterly and warned Philip. "Exit now. Not all trash can get in here."

Philip's restless. These people are too arrogant. Don't they know that rich people like to not stand out?

Does he really look so poor?

Agnes ran in from the door at this moment. He asked, "Mr Clarke, what's wrong?"

Philip shook his head and looked at Harley in the shop. "Let's go. They don't welcome us here."

"Don't welcome us?" Agnes asked in wonder.

Looking at the arrogant salesman, Agnes knew what was going on.

"Hello, I made a reservation to see a motorcycle today. Please call your manager for me" Agnes said sadly. He tries to control his emotions.

"What reservation? No reservations today. Out now. Both actors have even started acting. Mr Clarke? Are you two idiots?" Isabelle scolded like a mad woman.

"You!" Agnes was very angry.

Philip grabbed his arm and said, "It's okay. We go to the house next door."

Agnes stomped her feet in anger.

The two turned to leave when Isabelle said sarcastically, "Hehe, you don't have any money for Harley but you want 100."

"Yes, when he came to our shop, I knew he was just here to see the motorbike. Next time, we have to put up a sign outside our store that says, 'Poor people and dogs are forbidden to enter'. "

Philip clenched his fists and held back his anger. He walked out the door and turned left to the store selling BMW motorcycles.

When he entered the shop, a young salesman came. "Sir, do you want to buy a motorcycle?"

Philip said flatly, "Yes. I bought 100."

"Well, which one do you like? I can tell you more about that," the seller smiled and said. Although he did not think the person dressed like Philip would be able to afford it, he still had to introduce the motorcycle to him because it was his duty.

Yet...

Suddenly...

The seller was dumbfounded. He repeated stammeringly, "100?"

"Yes. 100. Do you have stock?" Philip smiled and said.

Maddened. That's crazy. 100 BMV motorcycles.

"Sir, please wait. I'm gonna go find my manager."