This little incident didn't affect Su Mo's mood.
He stopped in front of a tastefully decorated shop and looked up at its creatively designed na.
Sasser No. 1.
This was a very famous high-end tailor shop in New Moon City, known for its elegant modern style and perfect lines, dubbed as the "wardrobe of the wealthy."
Su Mo's idea about formal wear was one set is enough, straight to the point.
It's primarily for business situations; having one suit suffices, no need to have dozens like the super-rich.
But the quality of this suit must be good.
If you buy a cheap suit, it might be just enough for today, but then you'll need a new one for higher-end occasions, and another new one for even higher-end places, adding up to quite a sum.
It's better to buy sothing good all at once, comfortable to wear, and adaptable to future various events.
In the ga "Dawn" story, there were brief ntions that Sasser No. 1 had a good reputation and quality for formal wear, so Su Mo chose this place.
At the shop entrance, there was a young and beautiful receptionist with a naplate on her shoulder engraved with her na, Jessica.
Jessica didn't hawk for custors, as that was for small shops; she just kept a graceful smile on her face, seeing off passing guests, until soone entered requiring her welcoming.
Seeing Su Mo approaching, Jessica slightly bowed, "Hello."
She straightened up, saw the Borderland Plaque on Su Mo's neck, paused for a mont, a hint of undisguised distaste in her eyes.
But she retained her professionalism, keeping a smile and asked, "Are you here to customize a suit at Sasser No. 1?"
She deliberately emphasized the words "Sasser No. 1," seemingly reminding Su Mo of the class here.
As a forr gaming nerd, Su Mo had little interaction with girls and didn't catch the hidden aning in her words, replying honestly, "Yes, looking at suits."
Jessica, helpless, could only lead Su Mo inside.
The interior of Sasser No. 1 was very elegant, with dark red hardwood floors reflecting the soft glow of the ceiling lights.
Mannequins clad in sample clothes posed in various positions for the custor to view the actual wearing effect.
Well-dressed tailors occasionally walked by, exuding an elegance with every movent.
The Lakefront Business District didn't require admission tickets or have special restrictions, anyone could co.
Thus, there were often loafing poor wretches roaming around, looking, asking questions, and yet not buying, much to the indignation of store owners.
Seeing Su Mo with his "Fourth-Class Citizen" Borderland Plaque, Jessica naturally categorized him as such.
She led him to a guest chair and said, "Please, have a seat."
Then she turned away, neglecting to even bring a glass of water, leaving him unattended.
Su Mo thought soone would co to assist, so he sat playing on his phone.
After waiting half an hour, finishing a mobile ga round, still no one ca, he was left alone like a log.
Feeling sothing was amiss, he stood to find Jessica, only to see her returning with an elegant father-daughter duo, smiling broadly.
The father wore a luxury shirt and gentleman's hat, exuding elegance, while the daughter, only seven or eight, wore a fairy-tale princess-like white dress, evidently from upper-class society.
Jessica eagerly welcod both, sweetly saying, "Mr. Poxuding, Miss Sona, please co in, let show you this year's hottest styles."
"If you aren't satisfied with these styles, our tailor can provide a personalized design eting all your needs."
Just as Jessica was about to lead the pair to the exhibit area, Su Mo stood up: "Wait a mont, what's going on? Leaving here for half an hour unattended and now welcoming new guests?"
Poxuding and Sona were stunned, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.
Jessica didn't expect Su Mo to entangle, smiling insincerely: "Very sorry, it was my oversight. I'll first lead these two to the display area and then get back to you."
Su Mo frowned: "You seem not to have understood my words. I ca first, sequentially they should be after , shouldn't you take first?"
Jessica maintained her fake smile: "Really sorry, these two are regulars of Sasser No. 1, their ti is precious. I'll prepare a small gift for you later, is that acceptable?"
Su Mo was very displeased: "What does this have to do with being a regular or receiving gifts? First-co, first-served is basic, everyone's day is 24 hours, whose ti isn't precious?"
Inside, Jessica was cursing, but still used her trained sweet tone: "Sir, if you're in a hurry, you can check out other shops. There are many nice clothing stores on this floor."
Su Mo: "What do you an, driving away? The issue isn't which store, but that you owe an explanation."
Jessica was seething with anger.
This Mr. Poxuding was a big entrepreneur and one of New Moon City's comrcial representatives, with the privilege to attend municipal etings as a semi-business and semi-governnt figure.
If his shopping experience were ruined, her job would be on the line.
Thinking of this, Jessica didn't argue anymore, lowered her voice and spoke into her headset's communicator: "There's soone causing trouble with the VIP client here, quickly co and remove the person."
Soon, uniford security entered to surround Su Mo, expressionlessly saying: "Please co with us."
Su Mo chuckled, telling Jessica: "You're truly sothing! I wasn't causing trouble or vandalizing, just asking for an explanation, and you directly call security to kick out? Do you have any service industry ethics? Does your boss know you're this high-handed?"
Jessica didn't bother with words, signaling security to swiftly remove him.
Before security could act, the little girl nad Sona grew anxious, clutching her father's coat, innocently saying: "Daddy, when we ca in, I saw this brother was already inside, he did co first, we can't cut the line!"
Jessica didn't expect a "backstab," montarily dazed, carefully looking at Poxuding.
One cannot generalize people.
There are various types of rich people.
So are arrogant due to their wealth and status, looking down on others everywhere, with low morals.
Of course, there are also well-bred, well-educated, humble wealthy people.
Poxuding obviously belonged to the latter.
He wasn't in the least bothered by Su Mo's Borderland Plaque, took off his hat, and nodded apologetically: "Sorry, sir, no one inford you were waiting."
"You go first, I'll queue after you. This unpleasant situation is embarrassing, trust that Sasser No. 1 will correct this, preventing such a basic mistake in the future."
Jessica heard the underlying hint, sowhat flustered, standing there unsure of what to do.
Su Mo, not holding back, directly added: "Sir, you're right, we can't let one person ruin a store's reputation; hope Sasser No. 1 will take heed."
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