Chapter 189: Chapter 48 A Wealthy Tycoon Arrived at Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street
The words of the glamorous woman next to the old man dealt another heavy blow to her.
She forced a smile and quickly made her way over, bowing and apologizing profusely.
"I’m sorry, I was feeling a bit unwell just now. I didn’t mean to neglect you."
"Of course she’s blaming you. You drove away her big spender, so she probably hates your guts right now," chimed in Manager Yun from the neighboring LV store at just the right moment.
The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward.
See? Business warfare is just that simple and unadorned.
"What does she mean by that?" The old man’s face darkened. How could just spending some money get him hated?
In her mind, the Prada manager cursed Manager Yun’s ancestors back eighteen generations.
Then she rushed to explain, "Don’t listen to her nonsense. It’s not like that."
"Her store and ours are long-standing competitors. You can’t trust a word she says."
As luck would have it, no sooner had she spoken than the couple who had left earlier suddenly came walking back for some reason, the large LV logos on their shopping bags on full display. They seemed to be just passing by accidentally, but their voices were loud enough for everyone in front of the Prada store to hear.
"Brother Sun, you’re buying so many bags! I could use a different one every day for a week and still not get to them all. It’s such a waste."
"What’s the big deal? As long as you like them, we’ll buy them. You’ll get tired of them eventually. If you don’t like them anymore, just toss them in the closet. You always need a few backups, right?"
Good heavens. Other people agonize over choosing a bag. When they finally get a nice one, they can’t wait to show it off every chance they get. But you? You buy bags like they’re cabbage. Not only can you use a different one every day for a week, but you even have backups!
After the pair walked away, the old man’s face was as black as the bottom of a sooty pot.
His glamorous companion said through clenched teeth, "What’s there to be so smug about? My one bag is worth several of hers."
Manager Yun from LV spoke up, refusing to let her store’s reputation be smeared.
"You wish. Your one bag is worth, at most, one of hers. That dozen or so bags she bought cost well over two million, nearly three million in total. The cheapest one was still over two hundred thousand. Our bags aren’t exactly cheap as cabbage, you know. We have expensive ones, too."
The glamorous woman was completely silenced, with no comeback.
"Let’s go," the old man said, his face dark as he pulled her away before she could say anything else embarrassing.
The Prada manager was left standing there, her face full of regret as she slapped her own forehead.
I’m such a pig-headed fool. I wouldn’t know jade-inlaid gold if I saw it!
After putting the bags in the car, they went on a spree for clothes and cosmetics. Yes, for luxury goods, the amount they were buying was nothing short of wholesale.
Good grief, treating a luxury boutique like a wholesale market.
Now, the two of them had become the main topic of gossip in the WeChat group for the local luxury store sales associates.
[A big-spending tycoon who throws money around like it’s nothing showed up on the pedestrian street today. Everyone, get ready to latch onto those coattails.]
[Yeah, don’t be like that Prada manager. She was so blind she drove away a huge spender, who then went and spent three million on bags at LV next door in a huff.]
The group immediately buzzed to life as everyone popped in for the gossip. The person who started it began to give a full account of what happened. The sales associate giving everyone the scoop was likely from the Prada or the nearby LV store.
[Wow! The Prada manager must be furious, right?]
[Of course. She’s secretly crying in the store as we speak.]
[Haha, I could never stand her anyway. Serves her right!]
[Sisters, if you run into the tycoon, please share the location in the group!]
Then, people in the group started posting pictures. They didn’t dare post a photo of the tycoon, but they could share the receipts.
Good grief, he really did spend money like it was dirt. None of the purchases were for less than a million.
This drew envious comments from the other sales associates. The associates in the group were all silently praying, hoping the two benefactors would visit their stores.
Their sales numbers would skyrocket, and their end-of-month paychecks would be massive.
「On the way home.」
"Brother Sun, didn’t you buy way too much today?" Lu Qingyun asked, feeling a little intimidated. The numbers were so large, they made her dizzy.
Sun Dasheng knew her concerns; she was afraid that receiving so much favor all at once would provoke the hostility of the other two sisters.
He patted her on the head. "Good sisters have to learn to share, understand?"
"Your sisters gave you so many things. Shouldn’t you give them something in return?"
At this reminder, Lu Qingyun instantly understood.
"Brother Sun, I know what to do. Thank you."
Apart from the handbags she carried herself, the other luxury goods were delivered by a special car arranged by the stores.
That evening, the living room looked like the scene of a luxury auction, filled to the brim with shopping bags from high-end brands.
Even Xiang Yiren and Jiang Ziyan, who were used to grand scenes, were stunned into silence.
"Brother Sun is really spoiling you," Jiang Ziyan said, a hint of sourness in her voice.
Xiang Yiren just smiled without a word, though she couldn’t help but feel a little sour herself.
Lu Qingyun laughed and put an arm around each of her dear sisters, leading them toward the luxury goods.
"Dear sisters, it’s not like Brother Sun bought all this just for me. I just happened to be free to go with him today. He bought these for the three of us. We three sisters all get a share. Sisters, you pick first."
This noble gesture instantly earned their admiration. Any trace of sourness or jealousy vanished completely.
"You’re the youngest here, Qing Yun, so you should pick first," Xiang Yiren said, regaining her big sisterly composure.