Chapter 59

This was the most savage statement Isabelle Ford had ever heard after so many years of selling Harley-Davidsons. He just came up and asked her if they had 100 bikes. Isabelle was stunned. After a while, she said bitterly, “Sir, are you sure you want 100? And you want 100 of the latest models?” Philip nodded indifferently. “Right. Do you not have that many? If not, it’s fine as long as they are Harleys.” Isabelle was stunned once again. It was fine as long as they were Harleys? Just how much did this man like Harleys? “Sir, we only have 32 in stock. We just did the count this morning. We don’t have 100,” Isabelle said sadly. Was this man really a nouveau riche? When Philip heard that, he lifted his eyebrow and looked around. “Only 32?” According to Philip’s calculation, he would at least need 100. Even though they only had more than ten employees, it would be fine if he hired more people. This was the first time Isabelle met a client who wanted to buy 100 Harleys in one go.