The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Thank God the salesperson was quite smart. He called the manager immediately. The manager was a man in his forties. He had a manner that was out of the ordinary. He was smiling and looked amiable. He reached out his hand to Philip. “Hello, Sir. I am the manager of this BMW motorcycle specialty shop. My name is John Smith.” Philip grabbed his hand. “Philip Clarke.” John smiled and said, “Mr. Clarke, please come with me.” He led Philip and Agnes to a table and personally brewed two cups of tea. He put them in front of both of them. “Freshly made Tieguanyin.” After he sat down, John rubbed his hands together. “I heard from Jude that you need ready stock cars?” Philip nodded and said, “Yes, I need 100 motorcycles for my staff.” John was taken aback. “100? Ready stock?”

100 this week, Mr. Clarke.” This was a huge business! An astronomical business! He did not dare to dilly-dally. “One week?” Philip was disappointed. “Yes, I can get you 100 in a week,” John said and nodded seriously. A lot of shops would not have

“No, I need them now. If you can get me 100 today, I’ll take them. A week is too slow. You should know