How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

Chapter 22: Sincerity is the Only Ultimate Skill

"Mr. Gu."

When the revelry had ended, Jiajun also returned to booth T·03.

Glancing at this marketer who had so vigorously helped him show off, Gu Heng also smiled and said thank you.

Hearing this thank you, the smile at the corner of Jiajun’s mouth instantly became harder to suppress than an AK...

Seeing Gu Heng’s attitude, he knew he had pleased this important customer...

As long as he served Gu Heng well in the future, he didn’t have to worry about his performance, although Gu Heng might not spend over three hundred thousand every time, having that once or twice a year would make up for several months’ worth.

"Mr. Gu, you’re too polite, really. If anyone should say thank you, it should be me thanking you.

To be honest, today’s the 25th and I’m still at half my sales target. If it weren’t for you having my back, I’d probably be squeezed out by my colleagues next month."

Gu Heng listened and smiled, saying nothing more.

But Lin Jiayun, who was close to Jiajun, stepped up, stood intimately beside Gu Heng, and joked: "Actually, I think the person you should be most thankful to is me. If I hadn’t brought Gu Heng here tonight, you might still be hiding in some corner, envious of your colleague who got help opening the Big Three Yuan."

"Hahaha, that’s right, that’s right, thanks to Sister Lin too!

No more words, let’s drink to it. This bottle’s to Mr. Gu first, and later I’ll make a proper apology to Sister Lin and the rest!"

After speaking, he cleverly picked up a bottle of Budweiser from the table, ready to start drinking, but Gu Heng reached out and stopped him.

Just as Jiajun was puzzled, Gu Heng looked at the variety of bottles laid out on the table and laughed, "Why drink that stuff? There are plenty of drinks here. Quickly, get some people over to open these bottles.

I’ve never tried a bottle of liquor worth tens of thousands before, and today I want to see what it tastes like. You guys can bask in my splendor today!"

Gu Heng’s attitude was very normal, like a conversation between ordinary friends...

But it moved Jiajun in an inexplicable way...

Having been a marketer for so many years, to be honest, he had long forgotten what being respected felt like...

Former customers who opened cards, whether they were big spenders like Gu Heng or those who went for the minimum spend, who didn’t treat him like a dog to be ordered around?

Initially, he wasn’t used to it, but he had no choice...

That’s simply the life of a liquor marketer; as long as the liquor was sold, if someone wanted him to be a dog, he had to be a dog.

After getting used to being ordered around, he had now accepted his fate.

Being a dog was just being a dog, what mattered was earning money, and it was not embarrassing.

But suddenly being respected by a wealthy person like Gu Heng, he started to feel a bit unaccustomed...

However, his reaction was quick. After hearing Gu Heng’s words, he eagerly said, "Who do you need? No need for that!

Mr. Gu, just tell me, which bottle do you want, and I’ll open it for you."

"Which bottle? Open them all, pour me a glass of each, I want to taste every kind."

Upon hearing this, Jiajun was still processing, but Lin Jiayun quickly said, "Don’t do that, we’re just a few people here, how much can we drink? If you open everything now it would be wasteful, just open a couple now and keep the rest, the next time you come you can just pay the minimum spend for the booth."

Jiajun also persuaded, "Right, once you open liquor, it won’t last for many days."

Gu Heng, however, waved his hand indifferently: "Let it be wasteful. After being poor for so many years, I used to hate not being able to save half a bottle of Coke in the fridge for the next day. Today, I want to experience what being wasteful feels like.

Just treat me like a nouveau riche today."

After speaking, Gu Heng urged Jiajun again to open the bottles for him.

His spending tonight was actually vindictive consumption, a way to get back at his past struggles, and since he was retaliating, why not go all the way? He didn’t care at all what He Jing or Lin Jiayun thought of him.

"If it feels good, why care so much?"

Jiajun, Lin Jiayun, He Jing, and Xiao Lai were all silenced by his words...

Nouveau riche often try to restrain themselves and act dignified to gain acceptance—they had seen that...

But it was their first time seeing someone like Gu Heng, who blatantly admitted he was a nouveau riche...

Yet surprisingly, they couldn’t muster any dislike; on the contrary, it even increased the fondness the three women felt...

The main reason was Gu Heng’s sincerity. He was so genuine that he had no tricks or pretenses, and he didn’t hide his thoughts at all...

If Gu Heng’s system could display a favorability panel, there would probably be a [Favorability +10] popup above the heads of He Jing, Lin Jiayun, and Xiao Lan...

Indeed, the internet was right—sincerity is the ultimate killer move...

After hearing Gu Heng’s words, Jiajun stopped persuading. Although Gu Heng respected him, he couldn’t take himself too seriously. After all, he was just a marketing guy; what authority did he have to advise customers on opening wine?

He then nodded and said, "Alright, Mr. Gu, shall I open them all then?"

"Open them!"

Gu Heng motioned grandly, full of boldness.

.....

One minute later.

Jiajun carefully brought the glass to Gu Heng’s table.

A bottle of wine that costs over sixty thousand—no room for carelessness...

A whole bottle was just 700ML, and the glass he poured was about one-twentieth of it...

That comes down to over three thousand yuan—equivalent to many ordinary people’s monthly wage. If he spilled it, even if Gu Heng didn’t ask him to compensate, he’d be heartbroken.

Gu Heng wasn’t as particular though. He picked it up, examined it carefully, and then downed it in one gulp...

Lin Jiayun watched Gu Heng, who frowned after finishing his drink, and barely holding back her laughter, she asked, "How is it? Does it taste good?"

But Gu Heng didn’t answer her question. Instead, he turned his gaze to Jiajun and said, "This wine isn’t fake, is it?"

Hearing Gu Heng’s unexpected question, Jiajun, who was pouring the wine, trembled and quickly began to explain.

"Although selling fake alcohol in nightclubs is common, rest assured, I swear on my brain that this wine is definitely real!"

How could he not know if it was fake or not?

The bar’s inventory had plenty of counterfeit bottles, but this one was one of the few real deals. He had pleaded with the manager for several minutes and even lowered his own commission to secure it, all to woo Gu Heng, a big client. How could it possibly be fake?

Hearing Jiajun say this, Gu Heng also nodded.

As Gu Heng spoke, Lin Jiayun’s laughter grew even more exaggerated: "Is it that bad?"

To be honest, Gu Heng didn’t have the palate to distinguish real from fake...

But whether it tasted good or bad, he could still tell...

"How can this sixty-thousand-yuan bottle be worse than a Rio cocktail? It has a hint of cat urine...

But it must be my taste buds’ fault; this fine drink isn’t meant for a boar like me. The mistake has to be mine; it can’t be the wine!"

"Hahahaha~"

Watching Gu Heng self-deprecate with a gloomy face, Lin Jiayun, He Jing, and Xiao Lai burst into uncontrollable laughter.