Romans & histoires The Greatest Salesman In The World

"Don't let his confession manipulate you now, Penny! And don't forget he is a man with the biggest empire and wealth in Bloomcrest. He can buy all the moons on Saturn if he wills to and you're saying he was tricked by Zara?" Penny's lips parted but no words came out. Her friend wasn't wrong with her observation. "Come on, Penny, both of us know that it takes both brains and in-depth research to become a billionaire businessman. Hunter is one of the youngest and richest businessmen around the globe. You can't justify him saying that he was manipulated!"

Simmons was going through the record book. "Have we had any customers?" Ms. Simmons asked as Maisse put her coffee on the table next to her glasses. "No m'aam. No customers." Maisse replied. "Okay, go make yourself busy. The sales have been low. Do something about it or I will have no choice but sack you." Ms. Simmons threatened. "Yes ma'am." Maisse left. How was it her fault that the sales were low? She only sold what was on the shelves. Ms. Simmons had refused to stock citing that she was waiting for the thanksgiving holidays which was a month away.

I tried to shrink back as arms came in through the bars and began to pull at my hair or grab at my body. “Please people,” the salesman called, “Refrain from damaging the merchandise. You will have plenty of time to get acquainted if you are the highest bidder.” He caught my eye and smirked as people began to back off. The look he gave me was firmly telling me that he wasn’t interested in my well being, but rather in his own profit. The look sent cold shivers down my spine, and once again I had that niggling thought in the back of my mind that I recognised this evil man.

“Donald Kushner, the richest man in Swallowston, has already booked this unit. I’m sorry but I can’t sell it to you.” “All right, we’ll take it,” Adrian declared. The salesgirl was slightly stunned but maintained a professional smile as she said, “Sorry, I must not have made myself clear so allow me to repeat myself, sir. I’m saying that the richest man in Swallowston has already booked this unit, so you can’t buy it.” Adrian smiled back. “That’s easy. I’ll take this one and you can ask him to take another.” “But…” The salesgirl was at a loss for words.

He's the guy who doesn't need to show others who he really is. "Honey," my dad says, and it's only then that I realize I'm standing next to him, staring at the stranger's back. " Father. I take a deep breath and sit up. - Did Tom Saint harass you? - A little – I turn completely towards him – Who was this man? - Bruce Campbell. His family owns one of the largest vineyards in Europe. - You say that thinking about your campaign? - You know how politics is. We need these rich people on our side.

“Another victory for Rebecca Harrington as she sells 5,000 units of her new product in just five seconds! If she can do this in five seconds, imagine what she could achieve in one minute—or one hour!" I read the scrolling banner aloud under Rebecca’s smiling picture. A heavy sigh escaped me. "If only I could turn back time. I never would have made the mistake of choosing Emmanuella over Rebecca," I muttered bitterly. I grabbed the second shot of whiskey and downed it, my eyes fixed on the TV. “This is a groundbreaking record, not just for Rebecca Harrington, but for the entire state of Mandena! Her sales have shattered the Guinness World Record. Rebecca Harrington, a proud citizen of Mandena

"Hello Mrs. Stephenson, I am the senior sales woman here. What kind of ring are you looking for?" The moment Mrs. Stephenson heard what the sales woman said about being the senior sales woman, she felt proud of herself. This was the largest jewelry industry in the world, so their sales people were divided into several ranks according to their clients. Big clients like us definitely deserve the most high end sales person in the shop. Then, Carmen grabbed Hilda's hand enthusiastically and went into the shop.

"Well, I am the lost heiress of the world's richest man!" The sales associates gasped in shock. "Really? You're the heiress?"

So fast, and so efficiently? I would be the talk of the town and the toast of my business partners. The only one of them with a ring on his finger, even though having to endure being falsely accused of having a loving wife at home. I couldn't care less what fantasies they would hold about the affair, as far as I retained my position as CEO and stomped over the competition, winning sales and monopolising the market. Having every last thing in the shelves, in the supermarkets, and in the stores holding the stamp of Masters Global… My campaign would be world domination on the market scale, becoming the sole provider of every household and formal need possible and thinkable… I would become a god

My father said he was just a runner selling dope on the streets and he worked his way to the top, built his own legacy and then started the shipping company that I am now the CEO of. He was the first Mr X and now that name is mine. Just like him, everyone in the underground world knows my name but only a few knows my face. Alexander Black is a totally different story. Everyone knows who I am, it's hard to miss me when I am being compared to Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos. I took a shipping company and turned it into a huge consortium, it is not just shipping we do, we have a tech division, a pharmaceutical division and an investment division where we back up and buy into small start up companies.