She and Yun Qiao continued shopping, and then met Jian Shumo and others on the third floor.
They all had dark faces, and everyone was unhappy.
A rich young lady like Jian Shumo prides herself on having amazing financial resources, but the store clerk keeps fooling her into arranging goods.
She seemed to have only found out today that there were some people in Yancheng who did not need to distribute goods, and she was extremely angry.
She didn't get angry in the store, but she still managed to save her breath.
Meeting Yun Jia and Yun Qiao face to face again, she looked at Yun Qiao coldly: "Miss Yun, there is no need to be so embarrassing, right?"
Yun Qiao: "What?"
"It's just a bag, why bother arguing in public?"
Jian Shumo said, "I know you can afford it, you are rich.
But why be aggressive?”
Yun Jia wanted to step forward, but Yun Qiao held her hand.
She looked at Jian Shumo, "Didn't that young lady fight for it first?"
Miss Zeng hid behind Jian Shumo and snorted coldly when she heard this: "It's not me who is aggressive."
Several people talked to each other and started arguing in public, attracting many customers to watch.
The customers who came in and out of this shopping mall had more or less good spending power, so someone recognized Jian Shumo and her best friends.
"It's the eldest lady of the Jian family."
"We're quarreling."
"What are they arguing about?"
At this moment, a middle-aged woman with a fur jacket draped over her arms looked over and saw Miss Zeng.
The middle-aged woman was slightly surprised: "What are you arguing about?"
When Miss Zeng saw the middle-aged woman, she seemed a little scared: "Auntie, we know each other.
It’s nothing serious, it’s just that some people are aggressive and we want to seek justice.”
Middle-aged women don't understand.
Miss Zeng said again: "Auntie, can you ask the security guard to let them out?"
The middle-aged woman's eyes turned and fell on Yun Qiao and Yun Jia.
She was a little confused at first, but her serious expression suddenly faded, and she showed an almost bright smile: "Miss Yun."
"Mrs. Zhuo."
This middle-aged woman is the wife of the second wife of the Zhuo family of Huasheng Pictures. It was her and her husband who sold most of the shares of the Zhuo family of Huasheng Pictures to Yun Qiao, making Yun Qiao the major shareholder of Huasheng Pictures.
Mrs. Zhuo's natal family is a bit powerful and she has shares in this shopping mall.
Miss Zeng is her cousin's daughter. Through this relationship, she got involved in Jian Shumo's circle. She always gets good discounts every time she goes to the mall to buy things.
Jian Shumo and others were shocked when they saw Mrs. Zhuo and Yun Qiao exchanging greetings.
Especially Jian Shumo.
She really didn't expect that Yun Qiao would be so familiar with the second wife of the Zhuo family.
Mrs. Zhuo asked Yun Qiao again: "Miss Yun still wants to buy things in person?
They are all sent to your house by the designer."
"Shopping for bags with Jiajia."
Yun Qiao pointed to Yun Jia next to her.
Mrs. Zhuo: “That’s it.
If you have my phone number, you should call me first and I will have them deliver it to your door."
Yun Qiao: "I have nothing to do on New Year's Day. Let's go out for a walk."
Mrs. Zhuo exchanged pleasantries with her back and forth, and the conversation was very lively; and from Mrs. Zhuo's respectful and somewhat flattering attitude, it was obvious that Yun Qiao was worth a lot of money.
Jian Shumo's face was particularly ugly.
While talking to Yun Qiao, Mrs. Zhuo took her arm and took her and Yun Jia away.
Jian Shumo stayed where he was, gritted his back molars, turned around to find the elevator, angrily went to the underground parking garage, and left the mall.
Several of her "little sisters" did not follow.
"Zeng Qian, your aunt is very familiar with the agent named Yun Qiao.
Who is Yun Qiao?"
"She must be very rich. Her friend doesn't need to get the goods when buying a bag."
"Mrs. Zhuo has always been a bit snobbish. She is so respectful to Yun Qiao. I think the Yun Qiao family may be more powerful than the Jian family."
"More powerful than the Jian family?
How much does that cost?”
"It's not money.
The Jian family is just a businessman, Yun Qiao, I can't tell.
She is Cheng Xiaobawang's manager.
Didn't you see that Cheng Xiaobawang was submissive to her?"
"Is Cheng Xiaobawang really Cheng Yuan?"
"It's definitely him. My brother has eaten with him, right?"