512: 501 tickets 512: 501 tickets There wasn’t much point in sticking around, so Song Yun was about to head home when Li Yueyue suggested they go shopping for some clothes.
Remembering the wardrobe at home stuffed full of clothes, Song Yun couldn’t help but sigh at the eternal truth that a girl’s closet is always one piece short.
Song Yun took the two of them to a nearby mall.
Watching Li Yueyue and Liu Ran flit from one shop to another, Song Yun’s legs were nearly worn to stubs.
It looked like Li Yueyue was settling in for a long haul.
Although watching these two beauties try on outfits was interesting and quite a feast for the eyes, that didn’t mean they could just shop forever.
Couldn’t they just buy something nice and then head home?
“Song Yun, hurry up, let’s check out this store,” Li Yueyue said as she dragged Song Yun into a shop.
“You help me pick two pieces of clothing, I want to see how good your taste is.”
After looking around, Song Yun picked up a rather fashionable piece and said, “What do you think about this one?
It suits you well.”
“This one’s a bit pricey, over thirty-eight thousand,” Li Yueyue said hesitantly as she looked at the price tag.
Although she was wealthy, she knew all too well that money could disappear quickly if not spent wisely.
Without a frugal mindset, even a mountain of gold and silver could be exhausted.
“No worries, just try it on first and see how it looks,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Hey, don’t mess with the merchandise.
If you stain it, you’ll have to pay for it,” a woman in a blouse said with a look of disgust.
She was a sales associate who had just had a fight with her husband the day before; it seemed he had a mistress.
She was furious that his salary hadn’t been handed over to her lately, and today she was bursting with anger with nowhere to vent it.
Then, just when she felt like she might explode with the urge to curse someone out, Song Yun came into the store with two beauties.
Looking at the three of them, dressed so plainly and with wrinkles in their clothing, and eying clothes they clearly couldn’t afford, the sales associate couldn’t help but feel irritated.
Song Yun just smiled and didn’t say anything, considering himself too mature to argue with a woman who was nearly menopausal over such trifles.
Besides, it didn’t matter if she looked down on them.
He normally dressed in whatever was comfortable without paying attention to price tags, while Li Yueyue and Liu Ran had long been accustomed to wearing whatever felt best.
For people of their caliber, clothing was simply an external accessory; their faces were their passes.
“How can you speak to us like that?
We are customers,” Liu Ran said, taking a stand against the woman’s disdainful expression, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
“Hmph, only those who actually buy something are customers.
Window shoppers count for nothing,” the sales associate snatched the garment from Liu Ran’s hands and covered it with a protective plastic bag.
“This is one of our best-selling items, and we don’t have many left.
If you damage it, even selling you guys off won’t cover the 38,700 yuan.”
“Really, the nerve of some people nowadays.
Song Yun, let’s leave.
The staff in this store simply have no class,” Li Yueyue said, furiously pulling on Song Yun’s arm.
Song Yun patted Li Yueyue’s arm and chuckled, “Really, is that dress so expensive?”
“Of course, it is.
Are you blind?
Can’t you see the price tag?
38,700 yuan.
By the looks of you, I guess you’re just a junior salesman.
Probably would take you a year’s saving to afford that,” the sales associate haughtily placed the garment back on the rack, acting as though she owned the place.
“Really?” Song Yun reached out, took the dress down again, and the sales associate immediately got angry, stomping her foot and shouting, “What are you doing?
I just hung it back up!”
“This fabric doesn’t seem very sturdy,” Song Yun said, grabbing onto the garment and effortlessly ripping it to shreds.
“You—!!!” The sales associate’s eyes went wide as she pointed at Song Yun, completely at a loss for words.
“Bring over all the clothes here,” Song Yun said indifferently, pulling out a black card and placing it on the counter.
“For every piece you bring over, I’ll rip one up.
I’ve got the time and the money to play this game with you.
And if you run out, don’t blame me for smashing up your store.”
“You—you’re crazy!” The sales associate stared dumbfounded at Song Yun, astonished that he was demanding all the clothes in the store to be brought to him.
God, selling off the entire stock at once might total over a million yuan.
This man was casually talking about spending over a million yuan.
“Especially some people who put on airs, prancing around with their fancy stuff as if they’re superior.
When it comes down to it, they’re just nothing.
A flick of my finger can finish them,” Song Yun said disdainfully.
“Today, I am going to cure your nasty habit of looking down on people.”
“Haha, Song Yun, you’re so dominant.
No wonder my sister likes you so much,” Li Yueyue laughed, bending over in glee.
“Hurry up and go get the clothes.
What are you waiting for?”
“Manager, we have trouble here,” the sales associate said, somewhat shaken by Song Yun’s calm demeanor.
She was just an ordinary person earning a salary of three thousand yuan a month, without a notable background, influential friends, or much money—just a simple member of the general public.
Naturally, she lacked the poise and temperance that some have, feeling superior when meeting anyone she perceived as less than herself.
Song Yun always despised those without real strength who put up a pretense, trying to act high and mighty.
Everyone’s ancestors had been farmers—if you traced back generations, what made her think she was better than others?
Moreover, she wasn’t some big shot; at best, she was just a lowly bottom-tier worker.
What gave her the right to look down on other bottom-tier workers?
Could working in such an upscale store really elevate her above her station, transforming her into the likes of Gao Fushuai or Bai Fumei?
“What’s the problem?” the sales associate called out a few times, and a sharp-looking man came out asking.
Upon seeing the shredded clothes on the floor, the man pointed at the fabric scraps and demanded, “Who did this?”
“It was him.
He tore up our clothes,” the sales associate said, pointing the finger at Song Yun.
“What’s going on here?
Brother, are you dissatisfied with our clothes, or is it our store that’s the problem?” The manager tried to contain his anger.
“We open our doors to do business for a harmonious profit.
What’s the meaning of this spectacle today?
Who are you showing off for?”