The three women were not short of money. If they saw something they wanted to buy, they would buy it immediately. If it was not delicious, they would pass it on to Jiang Zhihao.
Jiang Zhihao, who had become a trash can, could only follow them helplessly. After a while, his stomach was full of food.
"If you continue to eat like this, I will be strangled to death first." Jiang Zhihao said angrily.
"Boss, this is what your wife wants to buy. If you don't feel sorry for me and Miss Wang, then you don't feel sorry for your wife either." Jiang Xinyue said with a smile.
"Shut up!" Jiang Zhihao glared at her.
"What are you doing? Yueyue was right. Why are you so fierce? Go away and ignore him!" Zhong Jiawei snorted and pulled Jiang Xinyue forward.
From Miss Jiang before, to Xinyue, and now Yueyue.
The titles became more and more intimate, and the relationship became better and better. Seeing Zhong Jiawei holding Jiang Xinyue's arm, acting like a good sister, Jiang Zhihao felt his head hurt even more.
If Zhong Jiawei knew that she was holding a murderous maniac, I don't know what she would think. She would probably wake up from nightmares in her life.
After a long time, a few people finally reached the middle part of the pedestrian street.
Zhong Jiawei pointed to a few luxury stores in front and said, "That's our store. It's very big. Do you want to go in and have a look? Speaking of which, I've never been there before."
The shops were all properties given by friends. Jiang Zhihao was too lazy to take care of them himself, so he rented them out directly to an agency.
Judging from the feedback from the agency, the business is still quite good. The rent is raised by a minimum of 5% every year, and no one has any objections.
"Okay, go and have a look, go and have a look! It's time to buy some nice clothes for Miss Wang!" Jiang Xinyue shouted.
The three beautiful scenery lines are very attractive. Fortunately, Zhong Jiawei and the others each have big sunglasses and wear masks, hats, etc., so it is difficult to see their true faces.
Including Jiang Zhihao himself, the cover was so tight that no one could tell who he was.
The main ones are all very famous. If they were recognized, they would be so crowded that they would not be able to walk.
Especially Jiang Zhihao, he is now a god-like figure in Rongcheng. Countless young people regard him as their idol. His popularity is not much worse than that of big stars.
Walking into a luxury store, a salesperson immediately came up to greet me: "Hello, how can I help?"
"Let's just take a look, no need to say hello," Zhong Jiawei said.
"Okay, you guys are welcome to do whatever you want." Although the salesperson said this, he still accompanied me.
Although Zhong Jiawei is not a person who likes extravagance and waste, after all, she and her daughter are celebrities, and her husband is so capable, so she has to be more careful about her appearance when she goes out.
So the clothes she wears now are much more high-end than before. A piece of clothing doesn't cost tens of thousands of dollars, but it can cost ten thousand or eight thousand.
The salesperson was accompanying them, looking at the people with their peripheral vision, and mentally assessing their approximate consumption level.
Judging from the clothing, several people together only cost tens of thousands of yuan, so the spending power will not exceed this number, and may even be far below.
Therefore, when passing through some relatively expensive areas, even if Zhong Jiawei and others showed interest, she did not introduce them.
If you can't afford something, it's useless to introduce it in a lavish way. Sometimes, price is the overriding weapon.
As for Jiang Zhihao, he was completely ignored at the end.
A man who can accompany three women is definitely not a financial sponsor, but more likely a driver.
After shopping around, Zhong Jiawei stopped in front of a small floral dress in the cupboard, then looked at Wang Yingjun and asked: "Miss Wang, what do you think of this? I think it's pretty."
Wang Yingjun glanced at the dress and said hesitantly: "It looks pretty, but I have enough clothes."