Mo Han hadn't expected to face discrimination when buying a car; he couldn't be bothered to quibble with the other person and looked around the lobby.
At that moment in the hall, a middle-aged man in his early forties dressed in a sharp suit was pointing here and there, lecturing the staff with an air of leadership.
Mo Han approached and saw that the man was wearing a manager's badge.
He strode forward and asked, "Are you the manager here?"
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "Hello, sir. I am the manager here. My name is Wang. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Mo Han pointed at the salesman who had attended to him and asked, "How much commission does he make from selling this Q5L?"
Manager Wang frowned slightly, sizing up Mo Han with a hint of annoyance. Commissions were the company's secret, and you, dragging your groceries and smelling of low-class, what gives you the right to ask?
He glanced at the salesman and beckoned, "Xiao Guo, what's going on?"
