The Trillionaire System

Chapter 11

The girls went back to their positions instantly, glaring at each other as if nothing had happened.

"I said, 'What's going on here? Are you deaf?'" The man who asked the question faced the eldest girl now.

"Sorry, sir, I need the most expensive suits in this store," David explained to the man, causing him to be slightly shocked and turn away from the girl.

The girls were also befuddled and deeply thought that whatever David had swallowed, that was giving him this foolish courage, only wanted to get him beaten up. They knew their manager didn't tolerate nonsense.

"Oh, wow, how many do you need, sir?" The manager had doubts about David but still attended to him professionally. He had been in the field for a decade now, so he knew it was his duty to attend to any customer in a friendly manner.

"How many do you have?" he asked confidently.

His confidence still left the man puzzled. How could someone be this confident?

"The most expensive suit we have is limited edition and there are only ten left."

"Oh, cool, I would love to see them."

"Let's take a look at them, this way, sir," the manager led the way. The girls couldn't utter a word.

The man stopped in front of a transparent door with some suits displayed inside. David counted them with his eyes and there were ten, without even feeling the material, he agreed that the suits were indeed worth being the most expensive.

"Pack them all," David declared without thinking twice.

The manager opened his mouth in awe. 'Who is this man in the first place?' he thought to himself.

"You didn't ask about the price, sir?"

"No matter how much it costs, I will buy it," David said boastfully.

At this point, the manager was doubtful. He thought maybe David was out of his mind, but he still played along.

"Please, pack them all. I don't have much time," David said, leaving the man bewildered. He went back to where the girls were standing, waiting for the manager to bring his purchases.

Soon, the manager joined David and the sales girls, with the suits well packed.

"How much is my bill?"

"Each suit costs $500,000, so the total is $5 million, sir," the man explained, waiting for David to act foolishly before disclosing how unforgiving he would be towards him.

"For real?" David was shocked it was that expensive, but he asked for it anyway.

David could see the ladies almost burst into laughter when he expressed his shock, but they dared not laugh. The frown on the manager's face would never allow them to make such a mistake.

David could see the anger on the manager's face, but did he care? He would definitely make the purchase. He had already made a bet.

"Hello, Mr. Harold," a man threw a smile at the manager as he entered the store.

"Mr. Huston, welcome, sir," he left David and went to welcome the man. He was one of his personal customers. He attended to his personal customers himself whenever they came around. They preferred it that way too because they believed Mr. Harold knew their taste in products.

"Do you need anything, sir?"

"Yes, not for myself, but for my baby," Mr. Huston replied, beckoning at a lady outside the store to come in.

From her appearance, it was obvious what kind of job she did. David watched her cat-walk to her sugar daddy. She gave him a kiss and then leaned on his shoulder.

"Please, save my time!" David said, talking to Mr. Harold, but he pretended as though he had never heard him.

"Mr. Harold, I'm talking to you," he raised his voice this time, interrupting the discussion between Mr. Harold and his VIP customer.

"I will attend to you soon, or better still, my attendants will complete the transaction with you." He said this because he doubted that David could pay such an amount of money just for suits. Many rich men had visited his store in the past, but none of them had ever purchased goods worth $5 million at once. So how could he? He didn't even look like someone who had a million dollars.

He believed he might end up struggling to pay for just one of the suits, even if he was able to.

One of the sales girls sluggishly walked up to him and asked, "Do you want to make your payment now?"

"No, I need the most expensive shoes in this store," he requested again, causing everyone's attention to turn to him. Mr. Huston and his sugar baby were not excluded.

"The most expensive shoes we have left are just two pairs, and they are $450,000 each."

"I want both," he said nonchalantly, which caused everyone to open their mouths in shock.

She brought the two shoes and added them to his purchases. They were Italian shoes, Salvatore Ferragamo to be precise. He scrutinized the shoes and read some information written on the shoe packaging.

"Who is this pauper?" Mr. Huston asked the manager loudly. He didn't care if David could hear him. He was actually asking the question aloud, intentionally. He noticed his sugar baby's attention was on what David had just ordered. She would have left him for the idiot, but it was obvious he was broke and just trying to act funny.

"He had been requesting the most expensive goods in the store since he arrived, but he has not made his payment yet.

"You should know that people like him have nothing to buy, so don't waste time chasing him out," Mr. Houston advised the manager.

David heard their conversation, but he ignored it. He visited the store to get items for himself, so he has no other business with anyone.

"Can you pay for what you just ordered?" Mr. Houston turned to David and asked the question.

"I think that's none of your business," he responded coldly. He knew what Mr. Houston was up to, but he wasn't even ready for that.

"You beggar! How dare you talk to me in that manner?" Mr. Houston was getting angry.

David watched him rant as he continued, "Do you even know who I am? Do you know how much I earn on a daily basis?

"I never asked for this information," David smirked.

"Don't let me lose my temper!" Mr. Houston threatened. He hated the fact that a poor man like David could talk dirty to him. Not only that, his sugar baby is here with him witnessing it.

"I'm so sorry for this. Please, I will handle it," Mr. Harold pleaded with his VIP customer.

He turned away from David and asked the manager, "How much is the bill?"

"$750,000, sir," he responded instantly.

Mr. Houston opened the small bag he had with him and gave Mr. Harold the sum in cash. He added an extra tip of $50,000, making it $800,000. Mr. Harold appreciated him and gave the sugar baby her package.

"If you need help, seek it. It's better than living a fake life. It can never help you. What I spent just now is what I earn daily at my workplace before I receive my salary."

'I have never seen a man who blabs this much in my entire life. Such a talkative,' David thought to himself as the man and his sugar baby left the store.

"Here's my debit card," he stretched it out to the salesgirl. She was so eager to take the card because she couldn't wait to see David kiss the floor in front of her colleague when the card declined or showed insufficient funds.

Everybody's eyes were on the card now, especially the lady who made the bet with David. Mr. Harold watched as the girl swiped the card on the machine.

They were all stupefied when the machine signaled the green light. "Your transaction is successful, sir," the salesgirl stuttered in shock.