C460 Fitting
C460 Fitting
When the shop assistant heard this, he thought he had met some rich person. He looked closer and saw that it was a customer who frequented his store but didn't buy anything. Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine.
"Yo, why did you come by yourself today and not bring your wife out?"
The shop assistant said in a weird tone. I don't intend to get him any clothes. Because she felt that Feng couldn't afford it at all.
Every single piece of clothing here was worth three to four thousand yuan. How could this kind of office worker afford to spend them?
"My wife is at home watching the children."
Feng said proudly. It was as if letting a daughter-in-law become a housewife was something to be proud of. This was because it proved that his economic strength was still acceptable.
The shop assistant ignored him.
He was clearly afraid that his wife would follow him out shopping for expensive clothes, afraid that he couldn't afford it, so he even found an excuse and said that he was at home watching over the children. He was truly poor.
"Hey, what are you standing there in a daze for? Hurry up and get me some clothes." I was in a hurry to go home and have my daughter-in-law try on her clothes. "
Feng saw that the employee was indifferent, so he urged him.
This was something he had finally achieved with great difficulty. He had to have a good time.
When the shop assistant heard that Feng was going to buy these clothes for his wife to try, that was to say, if it was inappropriate, he would come back. I hate this kind of customer the most. I buy it back and wear it for a few days and then say that if I can't do it I have to return. If he was in trouble, he wouldn't be able to earn any commission.
Therefore, he did not want to serve Feng and stood motionlessly at the front desk.
"I say, what's the matter with you? "Why didn't you bring me my clothes!"
Feng was a bit angry when he saw this. He didn't expect the shop assistant to look down on him so much. He didn't even listen to what she said a few times. He stood there motionless, as if he couldn't afford it.
"Brother, can you not be so ugly when eating? If you want to try it, you let your wife come to the store to try it, and you have to take it home. And so much. "Don't you find it troublesome to return them in the end?"
The shop assistant said in disdain. Such a customer was simply not his own dish.
She was looking forward to meeting a client like Wan Qian, who would take over the room and pay all the money in one go. How good it was. Even with a commission, it was still worth a few hundred thousand yuan. You can eat for a year at a time.
It was a pity that he didn't have that kind of luck.
"Who said I would return it for you? I said I wanted all the clothes on it! Buy it straight away! Pay up! Do you understand? "
Feng was a bit angry at the employee's question. He thought that he wouldn't be able to afford it. He didn't want to take his clothes away and try them out.
"Heh …" Pay up. Come, come, let me calculate for you. The top row consisted of thirteen sets of clothes, for a total of eighty-nine thousand. To swipe a card or cash? "
The shop assistant saw that Feng was unwilling to give up, so he calculated the price to let him know that the clothes here weren't something he could afford.
Feng was also shocked when he heard this price. 89,000, hurry up and buy a car. However, thinking about it, there were six million yuan lying on his WeChat. What was there to be afraid of?
"WeChat!"
Feng shouted in anger.
He then glanced at the two dimension code on the front desk and paid out 90,000 yuan, saying, "You don't need to look for the remaining 1000 yuan!"
The shop assistant was surprised to see the money. Ye Zichen didn't think that Feng actually transferred the money over. Was this person insane!? Buying clothes cost eighty-nine thousand yuan!? He was really willing to part with it!
If one were to say that the shop assistant was also despicable. When people couldn't afford it, she looked down on them. If someone else bought all the clothes, and she felt that someone else was sick, who would spend so much money to buy clothes?
Feng was very satisfied when he saw the surprised expression on the employee's face. He felt that he had finally grown ambitious in front of her. It was no longer like before, always urging his wife to leave as soon as possible because the clothes here were too expensive and he couldn't afford it.
"First... Sir, are you sure. "Do you want all of these clothes?"
"Oh, no!" I want them all! Wrap it up for me! "I still need to go home, I'm in a hurry!"
Feng also shouted at the shop assistant.
"Okay, okay."
The shop assistant quickly came out from the front desk and took off all the clothes on the top row with the support of his clothes. Then, they quickly packed the bags.
He really didn't think that this person would become so rich after a few days of not seeing him. He must have made a windfall. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so straightforward with his consumption. Why hadn't I seen him act so magnanimously before?
Seeing that Feng had bought so many clothes, the other employees quickly poured tea and chatted up: "Your wife sure is fortunate to have a husband who loves her like you. Like me. My husband won't even buy me a lipstick. "
Then, she looked at him coquettishly: "Handsome, this is my WeChat, do you want …"
At this time, the shop assistant who was packing Feng's clothes saw the situation, and quickly came over with the packed clothes and said: "Sir! Your clothes are all packed! Do you want me to take you home? "
"Eh …. No. Give it to me. "
Feng said as he received five to six handbags from the employee.
The two shop assistants looked at each other, hating each other. It would be such a pity if such a big customer was taken away by him.
"Sir, take care!"
Two employees rushed out to watch Feng. It made Feng feel rather uncomfortable.
After leaving the women's clothing store, Feng went to a men's wear sports store and decided to give himself some clothes. After all, he had to go to the television station to participate in a talent show in a few days' time.
Looking at the price of the sports brand he had long admired, a T-shirt cost two thousand four hundred. A pair of shoes, six thousand six hundred. Add another pair of pants.
One set costs 122,000.
Feng was also surprised when he got this amount. I didn't expect it to be so expensive.
10,000 yuan to buy a set of clothes, this was unimaginable before. After all, his monthly salary was only around 7,000 yuan.
But now it was different. He had a lot of cash, and according to his own calculations. If he followed Wan Qian in the future, his ability to earn money would definitely increase greatly. Therefore, this kind of consumption could still be kept up.
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After all, there was one …
Money users never had the money to come here. Get used to the feeling of high consumption.
The clerk had long seen Feng enter the store, but seeing that he kept looking at the price tag on his clothes, she thought he couldn't afford it, so she didn't introduce him.
After all, this sportswear store is not cheap. A few clothes would cost thousands of dollars. Not everyone could bear it.
"Beauty, find me some clothes to try on."
Feng touched the fabric and felt that it was quite suitable for street dancing. At least they wouldn't be so wet from the outside.
"Bro, this price, do you think …"
The clerk tested Feng's heart to see if he was willing to accept the price. If you feel that you can't afford it, don't try at all. Don't waste your time.
"The price is not bad. As long as the quality is good, money is not a problem. "
Feng also said generously like the rich.
After the clerk heard Feng's words, she looked at the bag in his hand. It was also a famous brand name for women. It seemed that he should be able to afford it.
He took the clothes off the hanger and told Feng to go to the fitting room at the back to try them on.
Feng took the clothes, placed the handbag on the table, and began to try on the clothes in the fitting room. He had never worn such good clothes before, so he was very careful when wearing them, afraid that he would tear them apart.
However, thinking about how he already had six million in cash, this little bit of money was nothing. He let go and put on his clothes again.
"Rip …" With a bang, Feng tore off his armpit.
… ….
Feng was a bit confused as he looked at the 24,000-year-old T-shirt. Why did it have to be so crappy? Isn't this way too unlucky? Could it be that two thousand four hundred credits were thrown away just like that?
The clerk outside also heard the sound and quickly asked, "Sir, sir? Are you okay? "
Of course he could hear it clearly. It was the sound of his clothes being torn apart. If the clothes were truly broken, then the clothes would sell to him no matter what. Otherwise, he would have to pay the two thousand four hundred yuan. This was his salary for half a month.
Feng opened the curtain of the fitting room a crack, stuck his head out and said, "Um, sorry about that, just take our clothes off."