513: Chapter 502: Cutting for Better Health 513: Chapter 502: Cutting for Better Health “I don’t care what you think, I’m rich and I do what I want,” Song Yun said arrogantly.
“I hate people who look down on others.
I’ve put my card down here, bring me as many clothes as you have.
I’ll rip one for each one you bring.
But if you can’t bring them out, don’t blame me for smashing your store.”
“Yeah, you might as well bring a pair of scissors too.
It hurts the hands to keep tearing by hand,” Li Yueyue added, chuckling on the side.
“What an attitude!
I’ve just received a new shipment recently, and with the inventory in the store, that’s more than a million.
Think you can handle that?” The manager retorted with a sneer, originally planning to ask for a reason but forsaking that thought when he wasn’t given any respect.
He had recently spent a lot of money to bring in new goods and if he could sell them all at once, he would make a profit of over a hundred thousand.
But he didn’t believe this ordinarily dressed young man could casually pull out more than a million for clothes.
“More than a million, huh?” Song Yun said, lighting a cigarette and pretending to ponder.
“Youthful enthusiasm is a good thing, but being too impulsive can bring trouble upon yourself.
I won’t take your offensive remarks to heart.
Just pay for this piece of clothing and apologize to the sales guide here, and we can let this go.
We are, after all, in business to make money peacefully, not to spoil it over trifles,” The manager continued, seeing Song Yun seemingly backing down and feeling quite secure.
“Thinking you could act tough here and now look, it’s not panning out, especially embarrassing in front of a woman.”
“It’s just over a million, bring them all to me,” Song Yun sneered.
“Ha!
Fine, fine, I want to see how this bluff plays out.
You guys, bring down all the clothes here, and go to the storeroom and bring out more,” the manager instructed some sales guides, who were spectators until now.
“How about this?
I tear a piece of clothing, and you deduct the money from my card each time.
It’s fair and less bothersome, otherwise, who knows how long it will take to calculate the cost for each piece,” Song Yun suggested, looking at the clothes on the floor.
“Of course, that’s easy to do.
The customer is king,” the manager agreed, “but if your card runs out of funds later and affects my business, don’t blame me for being rude.”
People who managed to open such a big branded shop in a shopping mall usually have some connections.
Although to someone from upper society like Song Yun, those so-called connections are as fragile as an ant’s sandy house, easily crushed, yet in this era, ordinary people are still the majority.
Having some background already puts one above seventy to eighty percent of people.
“The card’s PIN is six zeros, swipe it as you like,” Song Yun said to the employee holding the POS machine, “Watch carefully, this is the first piece.”
Song Yun then took the scissors and cut the piece of clothing in half, turning it into cloth strips.
Watching the now unwearable strips on the floor, the sales guides felt a pang of heartache as they knew the real price of those garments.
Some unmarried female guides, looking at Song Yun, almost glowed with envy, seeing such a rich, handsome, and young man as rare, much preferable to those useless middle-aged men.
“This is the second piece.
It’s too slow doing it alone; my two friends will help me, bring over three POS machines,” Song Yun continued.
“Alright,” the manager maintained his opinion internally that this young man would ultimately admit defeat, but with Song Yun’s girlfriend there, he could only act tough until the bitter end.
Song Yun, Liu Ran, and Li Yueyue ignored the onlookers and continuously turned the clothes into strips using their scissors.
The manager initially watched Song Yun with a mocking air, cutting the clothes, thinking there’s nothing wrong with showing off, but it’s foolish to turn into an idiot for a trivial matter.
These clothes are worth thousands each; no matter how rich, one can’t withstand the loss day by day through scissor cuts.
But watching Song Yun and his companions nonchalantly cutting the clothes, the manager also felt pained, the wasting of money was almost as fast-paced as the stock market.
In a blink, the three had cut over forty pieces of clothing.
Li Yueyue seemed happier with each cut, as, to be honest, the three of them were not short on money.
They might as well indulge in a moment of willfulness.
And the store was now surrounded by onlookers, and the sales guides’ hands were getting sore from all the card swiping, yet seeing the trio’s relentless pace gave them no thoughts of pausing.
“Stuff the strips on the floor into a bag for me; I’m taking them home to make rags,” Song Yun said stretching lazily.
The manager hesitated, then ordered someone to bring a bag and started filling it with the shredded pieces of cloth.
“There are still about a hundred pieces left, should be done in half an hour,” Song Yun smiled, “Looks like we need to work harder.”
“Heh, lucky I asked them to bring three scissors earlier, or your hands would surely hurt from tearing,” Li Yueyue commented.
“Brother, brother, hold on.
Let’s leave it at this, we can talk this through properly, no need to fuss over these clothes,” the manager, wiping the cold sweat that started to form on his forehead, interjected.
“Psh, looking down on me earlier and now begging for mercy,” Song Yun said earnestly.
“Tell you what, I’m tearing up all the clothes here today, and if you can’t bring them fast enough, watch me smash up your store.”
The manager, seeing Song Yun continue to act willfully, pursed his lips and turned to the staff beside him, “Go down and get the security guards from downstairs, tell them there’s trouble here.”
The staff nodded and quickly ran out, soon returning with two or three men in security uniforms.
The manager handed out a stick of good cigarettes to each and smiled, “There’s someone causing trouble in my shop, I hope you can escort him out.
There’s a reward for you afterward.”
“Is that so?
Let’s first see what’s happening.
After all, this is a business place, and using force recklessly could reduce your future customer flow,” one of the guards said, taking a drag.
However, upon entering, he nearly dropped his cigarette in shock.
For god’s sake, that troublemaker looked just like Brother Song.
After confirming multiple times, the guard almost burst into tears.
It indeed was Brother Song.