I have a super car sales system

Chapter 007: Kindness

Facing Lin Yuan's plea, Song Dexiang and others all nodded slightly except Ma Ming who was still indignant.

It was also the first time for Song Dexiang and others to encounter this kind of thing, and they didn't know the law, and they didn't know how to deal with it when the tea was served.

In case, as Lin Yuan worried, even if no compulsory measures were taken against the little guy, but the school was only notified and recorded in the household registration and other materials, what would the little guy do in school in the future?

What about going to college, working, and getting married in the future?

The little guy is only ten years old, it is possible to call the police, and it may ruin her life.

Song Dexiang looked at Lin Yuan. Although the young man was young, Song Dexiang was very moved by his kindness.

"Why think so much? Hurry up and call the police." Ma Ming urged anxiously, "Don't delay our work."

Ma Ming is the sales champion and the most capable sales consultant in the entire boutique showroom. Even though Song Tao and others were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to say anything. Song Dexiang showed a disgusted expression and said slowly: "Don't call the police, call Call the little guy's father and ask him to persuade him."

Song Dexiang is the sales director, and he is the largest in the boutique exhibition hall. He has said so, even though Ma Ming is very reluctant, he can only silently agree. In order to avoid suspicion, Song Dexiang indicated that no one can touch the money on the ground, and everything is waiting for the little guy. Let's talk when the father comes.

Song Dexiang sent a message, and the six sales consultants reached an agreement, and the question came again, how to get the little guy to tell her father's phone number.

Song Dexiang gave Lin Yuan a wink, Lin Yuan knelt down and pressed the little guy's shoulder, looking straight into her eyes: "You want to get your mother back, I think you are right, very right..."

The uncle in front of him actually said that he did the right thing. Although the little guy didn't speak, his face was much more relaxed than before.

"But think about it, you need this money to buy a car and find your mother. What about the person who lost the money? Does he need this money? In case his mother is sick and needs this money for medical treatment, in case he I also lost my mother, so I need to use this money to find her back?"

Hearing what Lin Yuan said, many people present curled their lips or shook their heads, but such childish words that could not fool adults touched the depths of the little guy's soul. She lowered her head in shame and remained motionless.

The little guy's reaction made Lin Yuan realize that although she is young, she can still reason, and continued: "You are still a child, even if I sell you the car, you will not be able to drive home. Daddy is calling, okay?"

"Yeah." The little guy was finally willing to look up, "Call my dad."

"Okay, good boy." Lin Yuan took out his mobile phone and helped the little guy dial the number before handing the phone to her.

After the little guy made the phone call, within 10 minutes, a middle-aged man rushed in from the door of the boutique exhibition hall like lightning.

The middle-aged man wore big underpants, a white vest, messy hair, and a haggard face. He looked around as soon as he entered the door, and he smiled happily when he found the little guy.

But when the man ran in front of the little guy, the smiling face just now turned into an angry look, and the slap was raised high, but it didn't fall for a long time.

Song Dexiang grabbed the middle-aged man and pulled him aside: "Brother Liu, calm down, calm down."

The little guy's father didn't have any struggle, and apologized to Song Dexiang with guilt on his face: "I'm sorry, the kid is messing around, ignorant, and causing trouble to you. I will ask her to return the money immediately and apologize to the owner."

"No, the little guy is very sensible." The ten-year-old child is not sensible, and his father still knows the seriousness of the matter. Song Dexiang looked at the little guy hiding behind Lin Yuan, smiled and said to the little guy's father, "This It's human nature, it's normal, let's take the initiative to find the owner and return the money."

What Song Dexiang said was calm, but it was full of protection for the little guy, and he made it clear that he didn't want to make things big. The little guy's father was deeply moved, and reiterated that the money was picked up by his daughter and should be returned to the owner. He will persuade his daughter to cooperate.

With the support of the little girl's father, things will be easier. Song Dexiang said with a smile: "Let's collect the money first, and then find the owner."

"Okay, okay." The little girl's father nodded repeatedly.

Watching Song Dexiang help the little girl's father put all the money into the original black plastic bag, Song Tao, who was watching, felt sorry for his good friend Lin Yuan, but Ma Ming was very happy. Although he did not call the police, Lin Yuan also failed to sell. After buying the car, not to mention not being able to earn a high commission, but also losing the qualification to continue to buy a car, cool.

"Hey, what is this?" The little girl's father had just picked up a stack of cash, and suddenly found a black wallet underneath, and immediately opened it curiously.

All the people in the boutique exhibition hall gathered together, with big heads and small heads together, only to see that there was an ID card, two bank cards, and a folded A4 paper inside.

"Zhao Jingpeng?" Looking at the information on the ID card, Song Dexiang read out softly, and everyone realized that the owner might be him.

"Let's see what this is?" The little girl's father unfolded the A4 paper and found that it was a contract for the purchase and sale of raw materials, with Party A's name on it, which was Zhao Jingpeng on the ID card.

The ID card and the purchase and sales contract almost proved the identity of the owner. Fortunately, there was Zhao Jingpeng's phone number at the bottom of the purchase and sales contract, and the little guy's father called him immediately.

The phone was connected quickly, and a confused voice came from the microphone: "Hello, who is it?"

"Hello, I want to ask if you lost something?"

"Huh? I lost some money and wallet, did you find it?" The voice of the microphone obviously increased by more than ten degrees, and gradually became excited, "I have been looking for it for several hours, and I am almost dying of anxiety."

"What do you put your money and wallet in? How much money is there? What's in the wallet?" The little guy's father was very cautious, asking a series of questions, wanting to thoroughly confirm whether Zhao Jingpeng lost it or not.

"It was packed in a black plastic bag, and there was 20 cash in it, which I just took out from the bank to pay employees. In the wallet was my ID card, two bank cards, both from Wushi Bank, and one A contract for the purchase and sale of raw materials..."

Zhao Jingpeng answered the little guy's father's questions truthfully on the phone, from how much money he has, to the ID card in the wallet, the number of bank cards, the card issuing bank, and even mentioned the contract for the purchase and sale of raw materials. All these prove that cash is indeed Zhao Jingpeng lost it, otherwise how could he know such details through the microphone?

"Everything is right, come to the boutique exhibition hall on the first floor of Hongda Famous Car Plaza, and we will return the money and things to you..." The little guy's father hesitated a little, as if he still had something to say in his heart, he urged Tell Zhao Jingpeng to come over quickly.

We finally found the owner, and everyone was very happy. The little guy's father took his daughter to Song Dexiang, and said timidly: "Brother, we are wrong about this matter, and we know it is wrong. Since my daughter is young, I am ignorant, can I ask you to help me intercede, let the owner not hold my daughter accountable, and give her a chance?"

"Okay, leave this matter to me." Song Dexiang agreed very happily.

The little guy picked up the money, but he didn't call the police. Instead, he took the money to buy a car without permission. Song Dexiang thought it was the little guy's fault.

However, the little guy did this for a reason. Later, the little guy's father was also very reasonable and willing to cooperate with repaying the money and actively looking for the owner. He made up for his previous mistakes and didn't make things worse. Song Dexiang was willing to be this lobbyist. Little guy a chance.

The matter was about to be resolved smoothly. Song Dexiang looked at Lin Yuan. Thanks to Lin Yuan's understanding and consideration of the overall situation, he resisted the temptation of high commissions and insisted not to sell the car to the little guy. He was kind and careful and refused to call the police again. , gave the little guy a chance to redeem himself.

Having received Song Dexiang's promise, the little guy's father was overjoyed and thanked everyone in the boutique car dealership. Finally, an hour later, he waited for the owner, Zhao Jingpeng.

Zhao Jingpeng who rushed in was a big fat man with a shiny bald head, a gold necklace with the thickness of a finger hanging around his neck, and a black handbag under his armpit. The scared little guy backed away again and again, even Ma Ming and the others didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Hello, hello, may I ask who called me just now?" Zhao Jingpeng looked fierce but spoke politely.

The little guy's father felt guilty, and Zhao Jingpeng saw that he was not easy to provoke. He didn't dare to answer, but just looked at Song Dexiang.

Song Dexiang understood the meaning of the little guy's father, and immediately identified himself: "Hello, I am Song Dexiang, the sales director of the boutique exhibition hall. Excuse me, are you Zhao Jingpeng, Mr. Zhao?"

"Hello Director Song, I'm Zhao Jingpeng." Zhao Jingpeng walked up to the crowd, took out a pack of hard Zhonghua, and began to smoke one by one.

Song Dexiang took the cigarettes from Zhao Jingpeng, didn't mention the matter of repaying the money, but pulled him aside and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhao, the thing is like this..."

From the beginning when the little guy bought a car with the money he picked up, to when everyone found the little guy's father, and then when the little guy's father called Zhao Jingpeng, he told everything about what happened.

Song Dexiang's narration completely followed the facts, he didn't add any embellishments, and he didn't deliberately conceal anything. He also prayed to Zhao Jingpeng that the little guy's father lost his job, and his mother ran away with a luxury car. The little guy is only ten years old, and he is really ignorant , It was because of an accident at home that I picked up the money and didn't report it to the police, and took it to buy a car privately.

Listening to Song Dexiang's narration, Zhao Jingpeng didn't express anything, his expression didn't change, and Song Dexiang didn't know what to do. He really wanted to help the little guy, father and daughter, and finally expressed his request: "Little guy I made a mistake, and her father has already realized the mistake, and contacted you to pay back the money... I think Mr. Zhao has a lot, so don't pursue it."

"Let me see what I lost first."

Zhao Jingpeng didn't say yes or no, but asked to see the lost things. Song Dexiang immediately waved his hand at the little guy's father in order to keep Zhao Jingpeng steady. The little guy's father came trotting over with a black plastic bag. Polite hands sent the black plastic bag to Zhao Jingpeng.

Glancing at the little girl's father who bowed his head and prayed, Zhao Jingpeng took the black plastic bag and quickly opened it, but instead of checking the amount of cash, he took out his wallet first and opened the purchase and sale contract Come on, check it out carefully.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the contract, Zhao Jingpeng heaved a sigh of relief, reached into the black plastic bag, took out a wad of money, wiped some lips with his fingers, counted out ten red Huaxia coins, handed them In front of the little guy's father: "Thank you, this is a thank you fee for you."

Seeing that Zhao Jingpeng did not question or embarrass the father and daughter of the little guy, but instead took out 1000 yuan to thank him, Song Dexiang fell to the ground with a stone hanging in his throat, and understood that Zhao Jingpeng did not intend to pursue this matter.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao, but I can't take this money." The little guy's father shook his head vigorously and refused very happily.

"Too little?" Zhao Jingpeng simply handed over the remaining money, "The 1 yuan is all for you."

Looking at the thick stack of Huaxia coins, Ma Ming's eyes were shining brightly, and his breath was about to flow out. The next guy's father still shook his head: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao. Although I am poor, I still know that things that are not mine cannot be taken." , please take it back."

Huh?interesting.

Zhao Jingpeng, who had been poking his face all the time, burst out laughing, and the little guy's father successfully caught his attention.

Zhao Jingpeng works in engineering. He is a low-quality local tyrant who climbed up from the streets little by little.

He has a thick and dark physique, even if it is an enemy, as long as it is useful to him, he can be called a godfather or a real mother, but when he turns his face and provokes people, he is also black-hearted and decisive, and he is still airtight when doing things.

So Zhao Jingpeng understands that if he takes the opportunity to find fault, he will not get any benefits. Since the father and daughter of the little guy have admitted their mistakes and returned all the money and things on their own initiative, there is no need to be troublesome, so after checking that the contract is not damaged, let him go immediately. After the little guy father and daughter.

Zhao Jingpeng heard Song Dexiang introduce the situation of the man in front of him just now. The man is unemployed and has to repay the mortgage. The family is poor, and his wife can't stand the poor life, so she runs away with others. He stole it privately, and now I give him another 20 yuan as a thank-you fee, but he doesn't want this money in a fair manner?

It is rare to see such a brainless person who doesn't know how to adapt. Zhao Jingpeng suddenly had a bold idea in his heart, and smiled at the little guy's father: "Why don't you have a job? Come and show me the warehouse, 6000 yuan a month Money, two meals a day."

Huh?

Zhao Jingpeng actually wants to give the little guy's father a job?

This surprised everyone.

For some people, 6000 yuan a month is not much, it may be for a meal or a piece of clothing.

However, for some people, it is considered pretty good. After all, according to departmental statistics, there are still quite a few people in Huaxia whose monthly salary does not reach [-] yuan.