Once a truly wealthy person appeared, differential treatment was immediately evident.
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After all, everyone knew the gap in purchasing power between the rich and ordinary people; even if it meant offending ten thousand ordinary people, as long as one wealthy person was pleased, it was worth it...
Just look at luxury brands like Dujia Banna and Coach. They had been accused of discrimination and boycotted by netizens for a long time, but did it affect their earnings?
Not at all...
Because those boycotting were ordinary people who wouldn't have purchased their products even without the discrimination.
And the wealthy had long been catered to comfortably, making it even less likely for them to stop consuming.
From this, one could see the customer targeting of luxury brands...
And Gu Heng was not only wealthy.
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Even among the wealthy, Gu Heng was at the ceiling level; it was completely normal to close the store for the entire day just for him, let alone stop receiving other clients.
...
As he walked into the store.
The manager was about to speak when he heard the ringtone of Gu Heng's phone; everyone very sensibly stopped in their tracks, waiting for Gu Heng to answer his call.
"Mr. Gu, your personal income tax has been paid, calculated at the highest rate of 45%, we have paid a total of 71.35 billion RMB for you. The staff from Construction Bank is already coordinating with the tax bureau, and the tax payment should be processed within two hours.
Since you've already authorized Construction Bank in advance, the payment will be directly deducted from your bank card, but the bank will likely notify you afterward."
Picking up the phone, the voice of the financial officer who had been transferred from Jingcheng rang beside Gu Heng's ear.
He hadn't expected these financial officers to be so fast; in just two days, they had audited a tax amount of 71.35 billion RMB.
He guessed that these people had probably been working in shifts round-the-clock for the last two days.
With this in mind, Gu Heng, not to be stingy, openly said, "Okay, I understand. You guys don't need to come to work this month. You can roam around in Hang City as you like, all expenses paid by the company.
In a moment, I will notify Director Angelina to give each of you a bonus equivalent to three months' salary, to be paid with next month's salary."
The several financiers at the other end of the phone, clearly sleep-deprived with dark circles under their eyes, immediately voiced their thanks...
Three months' salary, the minimum of which was thirty to forty thousand RMB. A business trip of three days netted them thirty thousand, averaging ten thousand a day, plus a company-paid trip. Wouldn't this make their colleagues in Jingcheng green with envy?
Suddenly, Gu Heng thought of something and spoke again, "Right, have you received the tax receipt from the tax bureau?"
"We have received it, Mr. Gu."
"Send the tax receipt to my WeChat, I need it."
"Okay, Mr. Gu."
Having sketched out a reward for their efforts and promising more at the year-end, Gu Heng hung up the phone and said to He Jing and Lin Jiayun, "You two just follow the manager around the shop, call me when you've made your choices."
With that, not waiting for their response, he turned to the manager and said, "Arrange a quiet resting room for me."
Lately, he had been called a traitor and a running dog online; although Gu Heng didn't care, he couldn't help but get annoyed every time a few videos about it popped up in his feed.
Now that he had the tax receipt, Gu Heng wasn't planning to keep a low profile anymore.
Once the amount of 71.35 billion RMB he paid in taxes was publicized, he really wanted to ask who the real traitor was—him or those keyboard warriors ranting online.