Anyone in the used-car business—or any business that sold directly to consumers—normally didn't get days off on weekends. After all, most consumers only had free time on their days off. If salespeople didn't sell to them then, who were they supposed to sell to?
Still, this wasn't something that had to be rushed in a day. Business had been good lately. Wang Yan was a seasoned salesman, and whenever he found time to handle the customers Huazi brought in, he practically closed every deal.
Of course, that also had to do with the economical models they were currently focusing on. Most were cars in good condition with low mileage, priced around a hundred thousand. They didn't have a single B-class car.
In just a few days, Pighead couldn't even keep up with Wang Yan's sales when it came to sourcing cars.
Their dealership didn't have enough cars, so some customers who had really bought into Wang Yan's pitch ended up taking a liking to cars parked elsewhere in the market. Wang Yan would negotiate with the other dealers, inspect the used cars for the customers, and make eight hundred or a thousand yuan in brokerage fees from the other dealers while getting the cars sold.
As for whether those other dealers were willing, that was another matter. Still, more were willing than unwilling. After all, everyone was making money together, and there weren't many people stubborn enough to make a fuss over it. As for those who were unwilling, Wang Yan naturally didn't force them. But if they talked nasty, then an uninjured yet soul-crushing beating was unavoidable.
It was already good enough that Wang Yan didn't go around bullying people. Once he truly let loose, even Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva wouldn't be able to save them—his prayer beads would be smoking