I give this car dealership a well-deserved top five. They earned it honestly – artistry, acting skills, everything is at the highest level. No, I really got high. If you have a steady nostalgia for the nineties, well, or you are a passionate fan of the circus and cinema, or even an aspiring writer and want to continue the trilogy called "12 chairs and 7 car dealership", then you are undoubtedly here.
I'm telling my heartbreaking story. I decided to upgrade my car. I come, I ask about the trade-in, they say: "Yes, wait for the director," I wait, I inspect the car for a replacement, I liked one. I ask the manager to show me and tell me about it. My manager is generally a separate song, lazy to the point of genius (where they get such people, what auditions they hold is a mystery). I say that we should invite a picker, punch the car, measure the paintwork, he: "Yes, we don't believe them," i.e. the picker, for example, says that the mileage has been reeled in, the car was tinted, and they: "And we don't believe you" Bingo!!! The partronics stated in the description do not work in the car you like, I ask the manager to help me figure it out, he says: "Spit on these partronics, everything works, the car is on fire, the word of the officer." All inspection is over!!! 5 minutes and all questions are closed!!! I broke into a sweat from such promptness. Finally, the director comes, examines my car and gives an estimated cost of 9 thousand units, I agree, ask what we are doing next, he: "Well, you pay the difference and let's go." I ask you to think for 5 minutes, I walked around, smoked, I decide: "Well, I agree, that car means it costs 12.7, my 9, 12.7 minus 9 is 3.7. So I pay extra 3.7?". He cheered up: "Which 3.7?, The car costs 12.7 for real money, and on credit, leasing or trade-in, the car costs 13." I think: "However, as prices rise, in 5 minutes, you need to smoke faster, especially since the car is good, there's a man who gave the word of an officer." I'm telling the director: "Okay, thirteen, so thirteen, what do we do next?", he: "Well, the manager knows everything, all the other questions are for him." I go to the manager, he says, "Well, give me the deposit and go get the money." I give him a deposit, he takes the car off the market, food.. my trip took about an hour and as you are already beginning to guess – however, during the journey, the dog (in my case, the price) could have grown. I arrive, I wait a long time for the director to appear to an impatient buyer, he appears. Me: "Well, here's my car, here's 4 thousand additional payments," Alexander Yakovlevich (remember the shy head of the 2nd house of Starsobes) to me, rounding his bottomless blue eyes with a cornflower tint: "What 4 thousand? There's also registration, one car there, another here, I'm a sole proprietor, taxes, in short, this whole song is 500 more greenbacks." Curtain, Stanislavsky nervously, in one puff, finishes his cigarette and, spitting savorily at his feet, goes backstage.
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Николай Николаевич
Level 2 Local Expert
September 23, 2024
It feels like Sergey S. and I talked in this car dealership on the same day with the same characters.
Already at the entrance, you are met by very intrusive "sales managers" and are led to their cars and sellers. For them, those who are close in blood or in spirit are their own. Other sellers at this time are forced to just watch potential buyers being taken away from their cars.
The car recommended by the manager is, of course, the best in the country. And any attempt by you to doubt this opinion (as well as the desire to focus in more detail on the inspection of the goods) is perceived as blasphemy, amateurism, inadequacy and bias, etc., etc.
Okay. I caught a glimpse of one car with a price of 11,450. I talked to the owner, of course I found out about the price minimum. "I'll give it for 11 thousand," he received in response.
After three hours of thinking, I returned to the dealership with a steady desire to make a deal. The owner of the car was no longer there. But there were plenty of local "specialists". One of them (about 60 years old) sent to put an end to negotiations with the director (about 35 years old), whom he called by his first name with mock respect.
The director, as befits a gentleman, went out to meet the customers, baring his torso and scratching his belly...
"I want to talk about the price," I began.
"11,350," was the immediate reply.
"But the owner gave for 11," I objected in surprise.
"This car is mine. I've already bought it back," he replied haughtily.
I did not argue with the "master". Bought it — ride!
By the way, on the same day, having carefully considered the offers on the Internet, I concluded a profitable deal in all respects.
And I wish car dealership No. 7 to work so that people don't spit in their direction!
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Кристина
Level 3 Local Expert
August 11, 2024
It was not possible to evaluate the work of the salon itself, everything was overshadowed by a boorish employee who will shamelessly make you a "compliment" about your "ass" and when you react sharply, he will tell you that you should actually be grateful for this kind of "compliment"
Further, you will not be able to communicate about any nuances in the car since this friend will start yelling that everything is fine with the car and they will not tell you anything at one hundred.
And the cherry on the cake - if it suddenly coincided that you are watching the car while in a cast, then after you leave, this subhuman will not hesitate to discuss aloud and ridicule your condition with his comrades, and if you give him a remark, he will answer you with pride on his face, "I'm not talking about you"
For the first time I come across such a thing Except that we haven't been spit in the face yet, and thanks for that.