This clerk had originally been serving Jiang Yiqian for a long time and had always treated her as the God of Fortune. Knowing that she was the Young Miss of the Jiang family, her words were definitely not wrong.
She carefully sized up Qiu Xingmi and Shi Jin. Although these two people looked like they had decent figures and were dressed well, they were actually wearing masks. There indeed seemed to be something wrong.
Especially when she saw the bag Qiu Xingmi was carrying. She did not know what year it was from, but the more she looked at them, the more suspicious she felt.
Coincidentally, Qiu Xingmi and Shi Jin went to try on some clothes.
Shi Jin sized up Qiu Xingme and said, "There were a few good bags just now. We can buy a few and you can
alternate, but these clothes don't fit very well. I think we should forget about the clothes."
"1 think so too." Qiu Xingmi also saw the flaw in the clothes. They were not suitable for her.
After the two of them were done changing, Shi Jin handed the clothes to the clerk. "Please put these two clothes away."
"Alright." The clerk reached out and took it.
Xiaoli walked over and said with a smile, "Guests, I hope you can buy these two clothes immediately. Also, I hope you can leave quickly after buying them."
The clerk from before was a little surprised and said, "Assistant Manager, why is that?"
Xiaoli picked up a pair of gloves and slowly put them on in front of the two of them. She did not answer but picked up the two clothes and placed them in a bag. She said arrogantly, "You must buy them."
As the assistant manager of a luxury store, Xiaoli was usually a little arrogant. She would only bow humbly in front of noble VIP customers. This was naturally because of the tonality of the luxury goods, but it was also because she personally thought too highly of herself and looked down on others.
She could tell that Qiu Xingmi's bag was an old one, so she naturally did not take a customer like her seriously.
"Calculate the bill for them," Xiaoli said to one of the clerks.
The clerk quickly calculated. "A total of 167,000."
Xiaoli said to Shi Jin, "Guest, please pay."
Although she was speaking respectfully, her words did not have much respect.
Shi Jin could already tell her attitude. Qiu Xingmi was even more hurt.
Shi Jin reached out to hold Qiu Xingmi's hand and felt her tremble slightly.
Qiu Xingmi was naturally not someone with a glass heart, but Xiaoli's series of actions were undoubtedly rubbing salt into her wound.
Shi Jin asked indifferently, "So what is the reason for this?"
"I heard that you have an infectious disease," Xiaoli said. "We can't let others try on the clothes you tried on.
What if it spreads to other customers? Who would dare to bear the responsibility? Since you've tried it, buy it."
"You heard that we were sick and wanted us to pay for something inappropriate, is that what you mean?" Shi Jin asked.
"Guests, I think people should know their place. If you know that there's something wrong with you, you should stop hanging around, right?" Xiaoli said sarcastically.
She had been the assistant manager of the store for a long time and was used to seeing the rich madams and heiresses of various Hong Kong families. The two people in front of her were unfamiliar faces, and they were unfamiliar faces that even Jiang Yiqian looked down on. When she spoke, she did not show any mercy.
Shi Jin's voice turned cold. "You said that we have an infectious disease. Where's the evidence?"
Xiaoli naturally could not produce evidence, nor could she say that Jiang Yiqian had said that.
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