Chapter 120 Poverty Limits Imagination

"Alright, please wait a moment, sir."

The sales Young Miss was overjoyed; selling two phones worth over 300,000 yuan in a single day meant her commission this month would be more than her salary.

But just then, Gu Qingcheng pulled a golden card from her bag and slapped it on the counter. "Have them wait a moment. See if my custom-made phone has arrived."

As the world's largest luxury phone brand, Vertu differs from other phone brands by accepting custom orders.

As long as you have enough money, they will fulfill any kind of phone you desire.

Huang Xiaoli had already noticed the fat man's gaze lingering on Gu Qingcheng, and she immediately cried out in displeasure, "Why should we?

We're buying the most expensive phone here. Why should we wait? If anyone's waiting, it should be you."

In her opinion, the 300,000-plus yuan phone she was buying should have been enough to impress the sales Young Miss.

But unexpectedly, the sales Young Miss's expression changed instantly upon seeing Gu Qingcheng's golden card, and she respectfully said, "Young Miss, please wait a moment.

You are our super platinum member, with business exceeding 3 million yuan. I am not authorized to handle this; I will call the manager over immediately."

After speaking, she rushed into the back office with the card.

Huang Xiaoli was stunned. What did that mean? What did "exceeding 3 million yuan" mean? Could this woman have spent 3 million yuan on a phone?

How was that possible? With the housing prices in Jiangnan City, 3 million yuan was enough to buy a small villa. Who would spend that much on a phone?

Before she could react, a Middle-aged Man of about 40 came out of the back office in a hurry. He was the manager of this phone store, holding an exquisite box in his hands.

"I apologize, Young Miss Gu, for making you wait so long," the manager said fawningly. "Young Miss Gu, this is your custom-made phone. Please verify it."

Gu Qingcheng nodded indifferently; except when facing Ye Bufan, she always maintained a cold expression towards everyone else.

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

Surprisingly, this phone looked ordinary and was an old-fashioned flat phone with a small screen, appearing unremarkable in every way.

Not to mention, it couldn't compare to Ye Bufan's luxurious Vertu phone, nor could it even compare to the mainstream Fruit, Xiaomi, or Huawei phones on the market.

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If it were presented on the market, no one would doubt if it were said to be a phone given as a gift for a 300 yuan top-up.

Gu Qingcheng picked up the phone, looked at it, and then said, "It's fine."

The manager said with a beaming smile, "If you are satisfied, please settle the remaining balance. You previously paid a 2 million yuan deposit, and now you need to pay the remaining 1.5 million yuan."

Upon hearing that this simple phone cost over 3 million yuan, Huang Xiaoli immediately exploded, unable to help but exclaim from the side, "Who are you trying to fool? Is this an act?

This broken phone isn't even worth 300 yuan, yet you say it's over 3 million yuan. Do you think everyone else is a fool?"

The manager turned to glance at her, confirmed she wasn't with Gu Qingcheng, and sneered, "Truly ignorant. A poor person like you naturally can't see the luxury of high-end phones."

Hearing herself called a poor person, Huang Xiaoli immediately blew up. "Who are you calling poor? Is that how you talk to a customer?"

Since Huang Xiaoli was the woman he brought, the fat man followed suit, saying, "That's right, this is clearly a common old-person's phone. Why do you say it's worth over 3 million yuan?"

The manager turned to glance at Gu Qingcheng and respectfully said, "Young Miss Gu, may I introduce your phone to them?"

Gu Qingcheng nodded.

The manager took the phone, turned to the two, and said, "Today, I'll open your eyes and show you what a luxury phone is.

This phone was jointly created by the world's top 8 designers, comprising a total of 388 components, entirely handcrafted, and took half a year to complete.

The phone's keypad is inlaid with rubies, and the buttons are all top-grade sapphires. Do you think a phone like this is worth 3.5 million yuan?"

This time, not only Huang Xiaoli but even the fat man was dumbfounded. Although he had money, he was merely an upstart and had never entered high society, nor had he ever imagined that phones could be custom-made in such a way.

He often heard people say that poverty limits imagination, and he never expected it would one day apply to him.

Gu Qingcheng no longer paid attention to the two of them. She turned and presented the phone to Ye Bufan: "Xiao Fan, this was originally a birthday gift I customized for my father, but now I'll give it to you."

At this, everyone around was astonished. Two beautiful, wealthy young women were vying to give gifts to this Young man in front of them. What kind of situation was this?

And this gift was a bit too precious; a single phone was even more valuable than a car.

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Even a Porsche 911 doesn't sell for this price.

Some people also couldn't understand. It was clearly an old-person's phone design, so why would it require 8 top designers? Are the tastes of top designers really so unique?

Seeing Ye Bufan instantly receive another phone worth over 3 million yuan, Huang Xiaoli's eyes filled with jealousy, and she cried out to the fat man, "Darling, I want a custom-made phone like that too."

The fat man saw that Gu Qingcheng was even more generous than He Shuangshuang, and his hope of keeping her as a mistress instantly died. With his meager money, it was impossible to keep her.

Since there was no hope, he lost the interest in buying Huang Xiaoli that 300,000-plus yuan phone, let alone customizing a 3 million-plus yuan phone.

"Alright, let's go to the Fruit store. Their phones are more stylish and suitable for you."

Huang Xiaoli immediately became upset upon hearing this and whined, "Baby, I want this phone! Buy it for me!"

After saying that, she leaned into the fat man's ear and whispered, "As long as you buy it for me, you can do whatever you want tonight…"

But unexpectedly, the fat man completely lost his patience and said displeasedly, "Are you out of your mind? Do you think that place of yours is gold-plated? This is over 3 million yuan; a piece of goods like you is enough to play with for several years!"

"I…"

Huang Xiaoli was completely stunned, but she dared not say anything, after all, she was just a kept woman and depended on the other party to live.

He Shuangshuang completely ignored the two people beside her. Seeing that the phone the other party gave was 10 times more expensive than hers, she immediately became unhappy.

She called out to the manager behind the counter, "Customize a phone for me too. Replace all the phone buttons with diamonds, and customize it to a 10 million yuan specification."

Customizing a 10 million yuan phone? The manager was startled. These two women were indeed richer than each other.

He no longer cared about his envy, jealousy, and hatred towards the Young man in front of him, and immediately said with a fawning expression, "Alright, Young Miss, what kind of model would you like to customize?"

Generally speaking, custom-order customers have different preferences. Some prefer a luxurious customization, while others prefer a more understated one.

Gu Qingcheng's expression immediately turned cold. Competing on price, huh?

She then said, "Boss, customize another phone for me worth 100 million yuan…"

(This chapter is an extra update for the big boss Fat Cat Rolling Around)