Li Feng looked at the female sales associate, "You think I can’t afford it?"
"Since I asked you to get it, just bring it here. Why, do you want to file a complaint against you?"
The sales associate, Yingying, looked at Li Feng without pretending, feeling infuriated inside. ’Poor ghost, who do you think you are.’
"What’s wrong, Yingying?"
"Nothing, just a poor ghost. It’s not enough to try on clothes; he also wants a shirt. I told him there’s a fee for opening the shirt packaging, and he yelled at ."
"Hmph."
"You could have just spoken nicely, couldn’t you? If soone really complains, they’ll deduct it from your salary."
"I know."
Sales associate Yingying went straight to the shirt section, picked the most expensive one, and brought it out. ’Hmph, let you yell at .’
"Sir, the shirt is a packaged item; once opened, it must be purchased. I need to make this clear to you first."
"Such a fuss."
Li Feng took the shirt directly. Yingying secretly clenched her teeth in anger. ’Damn poor ghost, daring to call a fuss.’
Li Feng took off his suit jacket and then his T-shirt inside.
Gulp.
Yingying was taken aback, "This guy might look a bit shabby, but he has a good body, unlike the one just now who obviously seed a bit weak and couldn’t even fill out a suit."
Li Feng tore open the shirt packaging, opened it, and put it on directly. After that, he wore his suit jacket back on.
Indeed, with the change of clothes, Li Feng’s image transford completely, shedding his previous shabby appearance and adopting a sowhat lancholic gentleman’s vibe.
Li Feng knitted his brows, took off the suit, and then picked two more, trying them on one after another. Yingying watched Li Feng change continuously, grinding her teeth.
’Damn it, I’m only tolerating you because you look decent.’
A few minutes later.
Li Feng tried on seven or eight suits in total and eventually changed back into the first set he tried.
"Are you done trying them on, sir?"
"Mm."
Li Feng nodded.
"So, are you sure you want to buy them?"
Yingying deliberately asked, though that set was not the most expensive, it was still nearly two hundred thousand.
"Wrap up all the ones I tried just now, and get a month’s supply of this kind of shirt."
"What!"
Yingying opened her mouth wide in disbelief and blinked twice, "What did you just say, wrap them all up?"
"Are you sure?"
Li Feng turned to look at her, "Did I not speak Yan Country’s language, or is there a word you didn’t understand?"
"Just swipe the card."
Li Feng handed over his credit card. Yingying was dumbfounded.
She had just spent half an hour serving a gentlen who changed more than a dozen outfits and then left because they were too expensive, yet this seemingly poor guy was buying seven or eight suits outright.
She prided herself on her keen eye for judging custors, rarely misjudging; was she wrong this ti?
No, he must be pretending.
This card probably won’t go through.
She went straight to the front desk and handed over the card, "Help with the invoice; these are all to be billed."
"Really? That skinny guy just now?"
"No, the sloppy man in the T-shirt. See if it goes through."
"Oh, okay!"
"It went through."
The cashier looked up at Yingying, "You struck gold today; you owe us a treat tonight."
Yingying was completely baffled.
Suddenly, a realization hit: she was actually giving a cold face to a tycoon who casually spent millions on clothes. No wonder she couldn’t snag a wealthy husband, it turned out she was blind to true value.
"Are we good now?"
"Deliver the other clothes to this address. Where is the shirt I asked for?"
"Shirt? How many do you want?"
"Didn’t I just ntion for a month?"
"A month?"
"Can’t you do elentary math? One per day, how many in a month?"
"30!"
"Congratulations, you’ve graduated from elentary school."
Yingying wanted to cry, this joke wasn’t funny at all. Indeed, she still didn’t understand the ways of the wealthy; they’d wear a shirt costing over eight thousand yuan just once without washing it.
What had she just done?
Li Feng had the cashier swipe the card, left the address, and asked to have the other clothes delivered, then he stepped out of the upscale boutique in a new suit and even bought a pair of leather shoes. By the ti he exited, Li Feng looked absolutely dashing.
"Brought these for you."
Li Feng placed several cups of coffee on the counter; the receptionists didn’t recognize him at first. As Li Feng walked toward the elevator, they finally realized who he was.
"Was that just our sugar daddy?"
"It was."
"Sugar daddy indeed, the suit makes him even more handso."
""
In the large eting room, people had already started to arrive. Ma Lin had co with Ma Chusheng, but since he wasn’t a director, he naturally didn’t qualify to be inside.
"What happened?"
"That Li used my credit card to spend over two million."
Ma Lin felt as if a thousand alpacas were stampeding through his mind; this guy actually took his card and splurged over two million in one go.
"Huh? How did he get your credit card?"
Those around Ma Lin were roughly in the sa boat, having positions in Century Group, but they were the type that got paid for doing nothing.
"I gave it to him."
Ma Lin was near tears; his family was rich, having at least a few billion yuan, but two million wasn’t a small amount for him, enough to live lavishly for half a year.
Ma Lin then recounted what happened in the lobby.
"So, this Li is that shaless."
"Ha, you can’t be a kept man if you have sha. You were foolish to even hand him your credit card; he didn’t max it out."
"Quick, cancel the card. Didn’t you say it has a five-million yuan limit?"
"That guy is here."
As Ma Lin was about to call, he looked up and saw Li Feng, dressed to the nines, especially offensive since it was his money. The others also looked over.
Li Feng walked straight up to Ma Lin: "Oh, Ma, were you waiting for specially? I hope this outfit ets your standards."
Ma Lin, seeing Li Feng’s smug look: "Give back my credit card."
Li Feng squinted at Ma Lin: "Ma, aren’t you being a bit too shaless? Asking for sothing back after you’ve given it away?"
Hearing Li Feng say this, Ma Lin thought he truly was a shaless rogue, daring to call him shaless.
"I’m shaless? You blew through over two million of my money in one go, and you dare call shaless? Who’s really the shaless one here?"
Li Feng looked at the furious Ma Lin, his expression serene.
"But you tossed the card and told to buy clothes with it, and you’re already hurting after just two million?"
"Seriously?"
Li Feng looked at him askance.
Seriously?
Ma Lin really wanted to curse. That was over two million yuan, more money than most people see in a lifeti.
"Ma, what’s more important to you, face or money? Think carefully before you speak," Li Feng said with a mocking look at Ma Lin.
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