Market.
Holley stopped in front of an international exclusive tailored shop.
She fell in love with the dress at first sight she saw it, which was water blue on the model outside the window.
Because of the price limit given by the man named Ron, although she liked it, she did not forget to carefully check the price.
She opened her eyes wide and started to count the price behind the window.
Such behavior was a laughing stock in the eyes of the staff.
"It is another one without money. Count the price. "
"Yes, she does. Her poor look is a match to the clothes she wears,"
The two shop assistants were not friendly, and while cursing the customers, they saw the woman whom they laughed at had the guts to enter the shop.
Before Holley could say anything, one of the shop assistants said, "We only serve VIPs. Are you?"
Obviously, she didn't think that Holley was the VIP that needed to be served, and she was even not a potential client.
That's why she talked to her like a snob.
Holley hesitated.
She was not a gossip girl.
But that evening dress was her true love.
Holley made up an excuse for the shop assistant kindly. Perhaps the dress she was wearing was too cheap and she couldn't blame others for treating her like that.
She thought that as long as she showed her intention and her will to buy clothes, the other party would naturally become better.
"Give me that evening dress. I want to try it on and I'll buy it if it fits me,"
She put forward a request, but found that she had been completely wrong.
The shop assistant's attitude was even worse than before. "You are just a shameless woman? Do you want to try on these clothes that you can't afford? What do you think of our shop? Do you think you can try them on regardless of who you are? You still ask me for it when you are trying on the dress. Can you buy it? "
"You can leave now. You are not welcomed as a guest in our shop."
While speaking, one of the shop assistants even came to the door of the store in a shameless manner.
She pointed at the tag and said, "Look carefully. All the clothes in our shop are starting at half a million."
Holley frowned.
She really didn't like the way they treated her. They complained that she couldn't afford the clothes. How could they send her out like a beggar?
But she didn't like to quarrel with others.
She took out her phone silently and switched it to the recording interface.
She was going to record what the two shop assistants had said and then talk to their boss about it.
'I don't even need to waste my breath to deal with this kind of person.' Holley thought.
The two shop assistants didn't take her seriously, nor did they pay attention to what she was doing with her phone. When they saw that she didn't leave and their words became more unpleasant, they said, "Why are you still here? What are you doing like a thief? Are you trying to steal something? "
"Or have you stolen in case of being discovered by us?"
"Poor people like you..."
Before she could finish her mean words, Holley interrupted her directly, "Ask your manager to meet me."
The record was enough. She didn't need to stand there and listen to the shop assistants' nonsense.
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