Hundred Times Income Multiplier System

When Jack mentioned the word cashmere, it caused a commotion among the crowd. One had to know the fact that cashmere was the most expensive material used in making clothes.

And now, Jack was asking for a suit that was made from this material. The result here would be pretty much obvious. The price of the suit would be sky high.

If one was seen wearing a clothing that was made from this material, it was an indicator of his/her wealth. But of course, Jack was only doing this because the clothes made from this material were much more comfortable.

"Are you sure about that sir? The price will be higher." The sales lady reminded. Although Jack had confidence, the lady wasn't that confident that Jack could afford the clothes made from that material.

She couldn't be blamed. After all, that clothing material was one that only the rich could afford. In fact, that material was one that many of those that wanted to show off would buy as there were those that wouldn't buy it although it was comfortable.

After all, they would just say, "Cotton and linen are also fine with me. Why should I buy that one?"

"Worry not about money. You can just bring me all those that fit me here. I'll be taking all of them," Jack stated, making the minds of all those around buzz.

There were some that couldn't hold it anymore and went forward to remind him. "Young man, you should know that cashmere is the most expensive material used in making clothes. So, if you decide to take all the clothes made from this material as long as they fit you, I'm sure that you'll end up spending tens of millions."

"Yeah, you better not ask for that. It's better if you can just take the ones that you can afford. There's no need for you to try showing off in front of us."

"Right. Boy, there's no need to embarrass yourself by not having enough money to pay for the clothes after they pack them for you."

"Thank you for the reminder. But, I know what I'm doing." Jack replied calmly.

"Young men nowadays. They're so hot blooded."

"We're trying to advise him out of goodwill and he thinks that we're nosy."

"Humph, continue being arrogant and let me see how you pay for the clothes."

Jack was left stunned by this barrage of words. He then wondered to himself, have I not just meant that I can afford the clothes? Where and when did I say that you're being nosy? When and how did I become arrogant?

Of course, Jack had no idea that, all these guys were targeting him because their girls had been impressed by his handsome face. They could already see that the way that the girls were looking at them had changed.

Now, they were using this chance to completely suppress Jack so as to make sure that their women would see that he had no ability at all.

But, who would have thought that the girls wouldn't give up on him? Upon seeing that many people were against Jack, they began refuting them.

"What do you mean? Do you know about his pockets' depths?"

"Yeah, right. You guys are just jealous."

"Stop spouting nonsense. If you can't afford it, that doesn't mean that he can't afford it too."

"You guys are envious of his handsome face. Now that you see that he's also rich, you're trying to suppress him."

Those whose girlfriends or wives spoke up for Jack were left speechless. They then thought to themselves, "Is she my girl or his?"

Jack on the other hand seemed to have gotten an idea on what was going on. But, since it was nothing important, he decided to turn a blind eye to the tricks and plans.

He looked at the still dazed sales lady and shook his head helplessly. He was just about to remind her when someone asked, "What's going on here?"

The crowd parted revealing a mature lady in an official business suit. She had a mature vibe and was quite a beauty in her mid thirties.

The sales lady hurried towards the woman in the red dress and explained what had just happened.

The lady raised her brows when she heard this. Then, she scanned Jack up and down before saying, "Hello, I'm Jeska, the manager of Louis Vuitton. Are you sure about the clothes made from cashmere?"

Jack could only let out an exasperated sigh. Then, he spread his hands and said, "The same question again and again. I've already said that I'm going to take them. I know that the price for the clothes that are made from cashmere is high. But, I still said that I want them. Doesn't that mean that I know what I'm talking about?"

Jack's words made the manager slightly embarrassed. After all, a customer had asked for the same thing several times already but they were still asking if he was sure about it.

So, to make up for this, "I'm sorry for that. I'll bring them for you." And as she said that, she left with the sales lady and headed towards another room.

The clothes that were made from cashmere were rarely sold. So, they were usually kept inside the store's warehouse.

Jack then waited for about a minute before Jeska came out with several clothes. Even the sales lady was carrying some.

But, even from a far, Jack could already tell that there weren't that many of them. It seemed that since there was no market for the clothes made from the material in the small cities, they're mainly found in the big cities.

​ Jack didn't say another word. He simply took a look at the clothes and could see that, there were two pairs of suits, one blue and another was black.

As for the others, Jack didn't care at all. Since all of these were the ones that could fit him, he was going to take them all. As for the others, he'll check them out after he got home.

"Pack all of them. Here's the card, you can just swipe," Jack stated as he took out his black card.

And the moment that the black card was taken out, the commotion rose again. But of course, this time, there were those that hurried to leave the store. They were the ones that were trying to suppress Jack.

"Oh my God! That's a black card!"

"Wait, it seems to be from Flyers Bank."

"Hey, what can a black card do? Ain't it just a difference in colors?"

"You country bumpkin, what are you doing in this store if you don't know something simple?"

"What has that have to do with that black card?"

"It has everything to do with it. That's a black card that is given to the bank VIPs. Only those that have a deposit of a hundred million in their accounts can receive it!"

"What? A hundred million?"

"Maybe you don't know as you're a country bumpkin. But, I'll be magnanimous and tell you this. You see that card? That's a black card from Flyers bank. For one to have it, you must have a deposit of at least five hundred million dollars."

"Hiss! That much?! So, that guy over there is a nouveau riche?"

"Hehe, I heard someone saying that he can't afford the clothes. Someone with liquid cash of at least five hundred million, do you think that he's the same as you. That's not adding his fixed assets just yet."

"Humph, you may not know this but, it maybe a fake one."

"Right, there are some idiots who try faking cards just to show off."

"Hey, shut that big trap of yours. Do you know where we are? This is Louis Vuitton, a top brand. Who dares to play fraudulent here?"

Even Jeska was surprised to see this card. It was not that she'd never dealt with a person with a black card. But, this was different. This was a black card from Flyers bank. To get the black card of Flyers bank, one had to have at least five hundred million dollars.

She received the card respectfully. Then, she swiped the card. After Jack entered his pin, the ding sound of payment success rang.

The crowd was immediately amazed. After all, Jack hadn't even asked about the price and had paid it immediately. No bargaining, no request for discounts and so on.

"Where's that guy? Can a fraudster pay that using a fake card?"

"Hey, I'm envious. That guy is not only handsome, but he's rich as well."

"Why, why, why. Why can't I be rich as him. Not even handsome?"

"Hey, take your big mouth outside. Do you think that you're qualified to make comparison with him?"

"Man, buying without asking for the price and discounts. How cool that is."

"Yeah, that's the world of the rich."

After confirming that everything was okay, Jeska took the receipt and handed it to Jack while saying, "A total of $6.4M. We didn't have that much stock of the clothes that are your size."

At the same time, the sales lady hurriedly packed the clothes in a good package before placing them inside three Louis Vuitton bags.

"Hiss! Did I hear things right? Did she just say that the clothes were $64K?"

"Hey, sleepyhead. Sleeping while standing. She said $6.4M."

"Hiss! And he paid without questions."

"Don't you see the black card? It has hundreds of millions in it. What can a small $6.4M be big."

"What nonsense are you spouting? $6.4M is a small amount? Can you afford?"

"I…I, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about him."

"You're a man, not his girlfriend, how can you brag in his stead?"

"…."

The crowd went on and on about this and that. In the end, the commotion attracted the sales persons from the other stores. They crowded the entrance to the Louis Vuitton store while trying to attract Jack's attention.

After all, if a super rich person was here, how could they miss on a chance of getting more money from him. The higher the amount of money that he'll spend, the higher their commission would be.

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