My Virtual Girlfriend

I don't know if it was because of the group's positioning issue, but Montblanc entered the China market relatively late, and it didn't do a lot of advertising.

Moreover, as a product like a fountain pen is naturally less prominent compared to bags and clothes, not many people in China used Montblanc.

This naturally reduced the risk of Chen Yan's gift being overtly valuable.

Besides its less conspicuous reputation, Montblanc's design is also very low-key. Unlike other luxury brands that plaster their logos all over their clothes in a garish and vulgar manner.

Montblanc's logo is a single white hexagram. Moreover, it's usually placed on the cap, making it seem more like a decorative pattern than a logo.

And the signature containing the brand name is even more hidden, located on the nib, making it virtually impossible to find if you're not looking closely.

Its understated nature is such that unless one is exceedingly familiar with the brand, it would be difficult to discern their products.

It was as if it was made just for Chen Yan to discreetly provide for Yu Qiao Qiao!

Upon arriving at the Montblanc store, there were three female sales associates.

The two older ones were chatting quietly.

Seeing Chen Yan approaching, they stopped talking, sized him up a bit, then pulled the younger sales associate to their side and bowed together, "Welcome, sir."

After welcoming him, they didn't come over but softly instructed the younger sales associate and gestured for her to attend to him. Clearly, they intended to use this unfamiliar face to train the new employee.

The new sales associate was obviously very nervous. After listening to the instructions from her seniors, she quickly straightened her clothes and stiffly approached.

"Hello, sir. May I help you with anything?"

Chen Yan glanced at the young sales associate.

He felt that she might have just started working here a few days ago and hadn't served many customers. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so stiff and the smile she was forcing on her face almost seemed to break through the sky. It was painful to watch...

But as his own purpose was clear, it didn't matter whether the sales associate was experienced or new.

Thinking this, Chen Yan took out his notebook, glanced at it, and said, "I want a Summit 1818 series fountain pen."

Hearing Chen Yan precisely name a pen series from Montblanc, the young sales associate was momentarily stunned.

She looked around, then quickly gestured with her hand, "Of course, sir. Right this way."

The two older sales associates had been watching the entire time and saw that the young sales associate was doing well; they nodded slightly in approval.

Encouraged, the young sales associate led Chen Yan to a counter.

After he sat down, she went behind the counter, opened it, and very carefully took out several pens, then said to Chen Yan, "Sir, these are our Summit 1818 Heritage Series fountain pens."

As she spoke, she recalled the information she had memorized during her training and began her introduction,

"This series is one of the most popular fountain pen lines in recent years, paying tribute to the classic Also Assembly."

"This pen features a retractable nib. So to use this pen, you first have to open the cap, then twist out the nib..."

As she was explaining, the young sales associate carefully opened the cap to demonstrate the classic design of the pen to Chen Yan.

However, she had just started when Chen Yan interrupted her, "How much for this pen?"

The sales associate paused, stopped what she was doing, then said, "Sir, this fountain pen is priced at 9999 yuan."

"But don't think it's expensive for no reason. Its nib is made from 14k gold..."

"That's fine. I know." Chen Yan interrupted her again, "Give me six."

"Ah?" The young sales associate was completely taken aback.

Chen Yan looked at her and repeated, "Six pens."

The young sales associate swallowed hard, her mind going blank.

She had been on the job for nearly half a month, always asking her seniors humbly, trying to learn.

So she also knew that because Montblanc didn't promote much in China and the brand was not well-known, their sales were never high.

Even this store was established by the group to understand the Chinese market and serve those in China who wanted to get to know Montblanc, without really aiming to sell goods.

According to what her seniors said, a store like hers doing well could sell 20 pens a month. And those were mostly the low-end ones, costing two or three thousand yuan.

These days, she had also helped seniors introduce their pens to customers many times but had only sold two.

Very ordinary ones.

And now... suddenly, in her first independent sale, she was selling six?

And not just any pens, but from the top-tier series!

It felt like she was dreaming.

The young sales associate asked in disbelief, "Sir, are you sure you want six? Don't you want to learn more?"

Chen Yan shook his head, "No need. The price is all I need to know."

What Chen Yan meant was just to ensure that the total was under sixty thousand.

But the young sales associate froze.

She looked at Chen Yan, her heart starting to beat wildly. Could she have encountered a rich second-generation heir who didn't care about money...?

So... could this sale actually happen?

Was she about to start her first customer service experience with a big success?!

Thinking this, the young sales associate's eyes began to burn with eagerness as she looked at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan, watching the young sales associate slowly turning peculiar, tapped impatiently on the counter.

She snapped out of it with a blush on her face and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. Please come into the VIP room, and I will prepare your invoice right away."

Saying this, the young sales associate hurried out from behind the counter and led Chen Yan into the VIP room.

Inside the VIP room, there were invoices and a POS machine ready.

Once Chen Yan settled in, the young sales associate turned to get the invoice and POS machine and came back to him.

After seriously filling out the invoice, she handed it to Chen Yan and said, "Sir, please sign here."

Chen Yan took the invoice, glanced at it, and then signed his name.

The sales associate took it back, tore off one half for the records, handed the other half to Chen Yan, then picked up the POS machine, and asked him, "Sir, how would you like to pay?"

"Cash."

With that, Chen Yan placed the shoulder bag he had been carrying onto the table, opened it, and took out six stacks of hundred-yuan bills, stacking them on the table.

The young sales associate was stunned.

Was this how rich second-generation heirs did things?

Carrying tens of thousands in cash to buy fountain pens?

Chen Yan pushed the money towards her and said, "Count it."

The young sales associate gulped.

This...

...

Five minutes later, Chen Yan left the VIP room, bag slung over his shoulder, pockets stuffed with six fountain pens,

Leaving behind the young sales associate in the store, staring blankly at the six stacks of hundred yuan bills, a money-counting machine, and... six beautifully packaged fountain pen gift boxes...

As Chen Yan left the VIP room, the two older sales associates in the store smiled and bowed to him.

Seeing Chen Yan come out "empty-handed," they weren't too surprised.

How many customers had come and gone? They were all used to it...