Zeng Rou took Xiatian to the busiest street in Jianghai City. Zeng Rou planned to buy some clothes for Xiatian. After all, Xiatian was the special general manager of Zeng's Group.
No matter where he went, he wore cheap casual clothes. How could he look imposing?
Zeng Rou took Xiatian into a store. Zeng Rou went in first, followed by Xiatian. Xiatian didn't know what brand it was. It was just a bunch of English letters. After entering, all the salespeople greeted Zeng Rou warmly. As for Xiatian, he was completely ignored.
At a glance, he could tell that Zeng Rou had the aura of a superior. Moreover, the clothes she wore were all high-end. The salespeople surrounded Zeng Rou one by one.
After working here for so long, they could tell at a glance what kind of people could afford to spend money.
Xiatian stood at the door and looked around. Zeng Rou went in to pick out clothes for Xiatian.
There was no one around, so he could take a look around himself.
When he saw the price of the clothes, Xiatian's expression was extremely exaggerated. "What the f * ck. One piece of clothing costs more than 8,000 yuan."
"Hey, don't touch it. You can't afford to pay for it if it gets dirty." A salesperson saw Xiatian touching the fabric of the clothes and stopped him.
"Uh." Xiatian paused and put down the clothes in his hands.
Zeng Rou, who was picking out clothes, frowned. There were only two people in the store, Xiatian and her. Therefore, the salesperson must be talking about Xiatian.
Zeng Rou turned and walked to the salesperson. "What clothes can't you touch? You can tell if it fits just by looking at it."
"I'm sorry, beauty. I'm not talking about you," the salesperson hurriedly explained.
"Then who are you talking about?" Zeng Rou looked at the salesperson coldly.
"I'm really not talking about you. I'm talking about him." The salesperson pointed at Xiatian. Seeing the salesperson bullying the weak and fearing the strong, Xiatian shook his head helplessly.
"Who are you to talk about him?" After being a leader for so many years, Zeng Rou had an imposing aura.
"Me." The salesperson naturally understood. It turned out that the two of them were together.
"Beauty, I'm sorry. She's new." The manager hurriedly ran over. Anyone could see that Zeng Rou wasn't someone to be trifled with.
"Humph!" Zeng Rou glared at the salesperson, then pulled Xia Xia towards the shop next door. These high-end brands were all next to each other, which was also for the convenience of the rich. As for those without money, they wouldn't even enter this street.
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"Manager, maybe they can't even afford the clothes. That woman might be pretending to be rich," the salesperson said, unconvinced.
"That's right. Manager, if she's really rich, why is she the only one who wears decent clothes? I've never seen the brand she's wearing. Maybe it's a high-quality imitation or not a brand at all," another salesperson chimed in. Another salesperson chimed in. They were usually like this. Whenever there was a problem, they would help each other speak up.
"No, I think I've seen the clothes she was wearing. I saw it on a fashion show a few days ago. I think it's the only one in the country. It costs more than three hundred thousand yuan," a new salesperson standing in the corner suddenly said.
"What do you know? You're new here. How many high-end clothes have you seen? These days, counterfeit goods are everywhere, "the salesperson scolded.
"Okay. Stop arguing. I'll go and take a look." The manager frowned. If she was really a big customer, it would be troublesome. She might not even be able to keep her position as the manager.
The competition on this street was very high. The bosses of these shops seemed to get along well with each other, but in fact, they were competing with each other every day to see how much they sold.
Once that woman bought expensive clothes in the shop next door, their bosses would know immediately.
Ten minutes later.
"What are you doing? Why are you selling so little today? There's a big customer next door. Go and follow her. That big customer has already bought clothes worth a hundred thousand yuan," the boss of the shop called the manager.
After hearing the content of the call, the manager's back was covered in sweat. She hoped that the beauty who just left wasn't that big customer. But when she walked out, she saw the man and woman just now. The man was holding seven or eight bags in his hand.
"It's over." The manager's first reaction was that it was over. But it wasn't over yet. The man and woman walked to another shop.
Ten minutes later.
"Are you still working? Why is the business of the shops next door so good? Only mine is bad," the boss called again.
The manager walked out of the shop and saw the same thing.
"It's over." The manager wanted to bang her head against the wall and die.
Another ten minutes passed.
"I'll go to the shop right away," the boss said and then hung up.
"God, earth, who can save me?" The manager looked up at the sky and howled.
Xiatian had become a free porter. Zeng Rou was a shopaholic. She bought what she liked and what she thought Xiatian would like. Xiatian glanced at the clothes and bought them.
Xiatian finally understood what it meant to be capricious when you were rich.
"Buy, buy, buy." This was Zeng Rou's shopping attitude.
Finally, one hour later, Xiatian got a chance to take a breather. But he couldn't carry more things in his hands. It wasn't because he couldn't carry them. It was because there were too many things and he didn't have that many hands.
Zeng Rou's cellphone rang.
"Hello, what's up?"
"President Zeng, something happened with the Lotus Water. Someone said they were disfigured after using the Lotus Water. Three people came together."
"How is that possible? The Lotus Water has no side effects."
"The situation has just stabilized. The reporters are here. The biggest cosmetics store in Jianghai City is surrounded. Those people want an explanation. The store wants us to solve the problem or stop working with us."
"Damn it. What's going on?"
"I don't know. President Zeng, you should come over."
Zeng Rou hung up the phone and looked at Xiatian.
"Let's go." Xiatian smiled.
"How did you know I was leaving?" Zeng Rou looked at Xiatian in confusion.
"I heard you." Xiatian smiled.
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