"Of course not. Miss Lin is the best-dressed customer I have ever seen. Not only is she stylish and eye-catching, she is also elegant and noble."
"Haha." Lin Qianqian was so praised that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear. She glanced at the clerk, Little A, charmingly: "You have such a sweet mouth. Well, I'll take this one."
Little A, the clerk who gets a commission from selling clothes, was overjoyed when she heard this. She didn't expect that she would get it right the first time she tried it on. She even more enthusiastically complimented her: "I guarantee that everyone who sees you wearing this dress will be full of praises."
Lin Qianqian smiled and fiddled in front of the mirror again, seeming very satisfied.
I watched it again and again, and I really liked it.
The clerk, Little A, made another round of wild praises. From the outright praise at the beginning, it became extremely exaggerated later on.
So Lin Qianqian decided to take off her clothes and pack them. She walked into the dressing room, hesitated slightly when closing the door, turned around and walked towards the clerk Xiao A.
Shopkeeper A was in a state of elation. Seeing her come back, the smile on his face froze. He thought to himself, "You don't want it, right?"
Lin Qianqian said: "It looks good, but I don't know if it's appropriate to wear it to a friend's party. I'm afraid it will conflict with her clothes."
Shopkeeper A exhaled: "It doesn't matter if the color is different, just don't match the style. There are only three of these evening dresses in the city, and they are all in our store. Because they have just been purchased, they have not been sold yet."
"I see... But I'm attending a friend's birthday party. If I bump into it, I'll steal their limelight."
Shopkeeper A made a grimace and said, "But this dress really suits you. It would be a pity not to sell it."
After selling an evening dress worth more than 100,000 yuan, the commission was higher than her basic salary.
Miss Lin, buy it quickly.
It's a pity that I didn't make any business today.
Lin Qianqian looked at the color, and when she saw that it was about the same, she said, "Where is your mobile phone?"
Shopkeeper A was stunned: "Scared?"
Miss Lin, who was arrogant and a little savage, stretched out her palm as a matter of course: "Lend me your mobile phone. I'll ask my friend what he is wearing that night. If he doesn't bump into me, I will buy it."
"
The clerk, Little A, was anxious to get the commission, so he quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and offered it with both hands: "Ms. Lin, please use it."
Lin Qianqian smiled gracefully, took the other party's mobile phone, and made a call in front of the other party.
Recalling the way Zhao Yuhan glared at her that night when Shangguan Zhixuan was injured, she chose to call her other best friend Yang Taotao.
After the call was connected, she revealed her identity: "Taotao, I'm Lin Qianqian."
Yang Taotao was surprised: "Qianqian? Have you changed your mobile phone number? No wonder I keep calling your old number and can't find anyone. Where did you go, you damn girl?"
Lin Qianqian explained: "This number is not mine. Don't talk about this for Taotao. How about Zhixuan?"
Yang Taotao was angry: "Do you remember Zhixuan? He was beaten until he was only half alive, and you didn't come back to see him. Do you know how sad he was? And the Shangguan family..."
Lin Qianqian was shocked: "Only half a life left? Is the injury so serious?"
Yang Taotao said: "Is the internal bleeding serious? I came back from the door of death... Qianqian, where are you? Why don't you turn on the phone?"
Lin Qianqian couldn't finish her words and sighed: "Recently...there are some things that are bothering me and I can't get away."
Yang Taotao shouted angrily: "What is more important than Zhixuan being hospitalized?"
Lin Qianqian came face to face with the clerk A, and she saw the clerk A's face written all over with "Why didn't you ask if the clothes contrasted with each other?"