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Yang Xueqin followed him calmly.

Even after she finished her cigarette, she still showed no intention of leaving.

"What are you following me for?"

Xiao Dongqing asked, obviously a little impatient.

"I've done you such a big favor, aren't you going to thank me?"

Yang Xueqin said.

"How much do you want?"

Xiao Dongqing asked directly.

"I don't want money. I want you to accompany me to the clothing store to pick out some clothes, and then you pay the bill."

Yang Xueqin made a request.

Xiao Dongqing hesitated for a moment. Time was money to him.

But he was also unwilling to waste Yang Xueqin's kindness.

Seeing this, Yang Xueqin immediately said.

"Women all have similar tastes. The weather has changed a lot recently."

"Don't you want to buy some new clothes for Sister Su too?"

Su Zhilan is usually very frugal and rarely buys new clothes for herself.

An ordinary shirt is often patched and worn for many years.

A week later, Xiao Dongqing planned to give his wife a brand new Santana as a gift.

He thought, what if she was sitting in the new car.

He was still wearing that old patched dress, which really didn't fit him.

So he decided to pick out some new clothes for his wife.

The two walked into a clothing store, which was filled with so many styles that it was overwhelming.

Yang Xueqin was carefully selecting, but her choice surprised Xiao Dongqing:

Clothes with bright colors and old-fashioned patterns do not conform to the trends of modern women.

Just as Xiao Dongqing was thinking, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Xiao Dongqing?"

He turned around and saw a lady with short hair walking towards him.

She is Yin Meifang, the manager of this store and also an old acquaintance of his.

I used to work in an advertising company, distributing flyers.

"Do you forget it?"

Yin Meifang asked with a smile, obviously her memory of the past was still clear.

"You were always looking at me secretly then."

This sentence evoked Xiao Dongqing's memory.

However, her next words were tinged with sarcasm.

"I heard that you got married later, but Su Zhilan's life was not easy."

Xiao Dongqing's face turned serious. He didn't want to hear about these old stories anymore.

"That's enough. I'm here to do business with you today, not to listen to your lectures."

After he said that, he no longer paid attention to Yin Meifang's cold words.

Yin Meifang snorted, returned to the front desk and continued doing her own thing.

On the other side, Yang Xueqin had already chosen four sets of clothes.

Two of them are particularly striking:

A black chiffon dress, elegant and charming;

The other is a classic cheongsam, which exudes oriental charm.

The remaining two sets are ordinary cotton coats with strong colors and a slightly old-fashioned look.

Yang Xueqin handed the long skirt and cheongsam to Xiao Dongqing and explained.

"These two sets are prepared for Sister Su. I think she will look very beautiful in them."

Xiao Dongqing looked at the clothes in his hand, then looked at the cotton coat in his wife's hand, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

If you put these four pieces together, it is really hard to imagine that they were chosen by the same person.

However, he also understood that everyone has different standards of beauty.

And he was willing to respect her choices, even if they were different from what he expected.

As the saying goes, red and green can look tacky if not matched properly.

But Yang Xueqin has her own insights into fashion.

The long skirts and cheongsams she chooses are always just right, showing her good taste.

This time, Xiao Dongqing looked at the two cotton coats in Yang Xueqin's hands and felt a little confused.

"Are you sure you want to go out wearing these two? Would you consider changing them?" he asked.

"I like this style, is it your business?"

Yang Xueqin replied with a hint of displeasure in her tone.

Seeing this, Xiao Dongqing said no more, silently picked up the four sets of clothes and walked to the front desk to prepare to check out.

Yin Meifang at the front desk was eating melon seeds while looking at Yang Xueqin, as if she had some questions about her.

"Hey, you got a new girlfriend? Broke up with Su Zhilan?"

"Pay the bill and stop asking so many questions."

Xiao Dongqing responded with a frown.

Yin Meifang snorted and began to calculate the price.

"The total is six hundred and fifty-five dollars. Round it off and make it six hundred and fifty."

“Isn’t this a bit expensive?”

Xiao Dongqing raised an objection.

"How can clothes be cheap these days? In shopping malls in big cities, a piece of clothing can easily cost hundreds or even thousands of yuan."

"I'm only charging you 250 for four sets, which is very fair."

"If you can't afford it, don't buy it."

Yin Meifang explained.

In fact, the cost of living in third-tier cities was relatively high at that time.

Many people's monthly salary may only be enough to buy one or two decent clothes.

The prices of goods at that time did not match people's income.

Especially for some imported goods and technical products, the prices are even higher due to the lack of domestic production technology.

Information isolation also leads to consumers having limited knowledge of new products and little choice, allowing businesses to raise prices.

Although to us today, selling four sets of clothes for two hundred and fifty yuan seems reasonable.

But in Xiao Dongqing's eyes, this price is still too high.

"Can you make it cheaper? I'll pay directly."

Yin Meifang hesitated for a moment and said.

"Okay, take the two hundred and thirty."

Xiao Dongqing still shook his head.

"A little less, two hundred and two."

Yin Meifang frowned.

"Then tell me a number."

Xiao Dongqing held up three fingers to indicate.

"One hundred and fifty, that's the highest price I can offer."

"One hundred and fifty? That's not even enough to buy goods! If you can't afford it, don't come to my store!"

Yin Meifang said angrily and put the clothes back under the counter.

"Xiao Dongqing, what are you doing? One hundred and fifty yuan to buy four sets of clothes, what are you thinking?"

Yang Xueqin scolded in a low voice.

Xiao Dongqing patted her shoulder gently, signaling her to be quiet.

“It’s not that I don’t want to pay, I just don’t want to waste money.

This price is also profitable for you, how about we both make concessions?"

He said to Yin Meifang.

"If you don't plan to buy it, go ahead and don't waste your time here."

The clerk Yin Meifang said with a cold face.

Xiao Dongqing responded with a chuckle.

“These clothes look comfortable, but they’re not as good as they seem.

Take that cheongsam, for example; it's made of rayon brocade and costs no more than a few dozen yuan."

Hearing this, Yin Meifang's face became even uglier and she almost had a fit.

"How can you say that! If you don't want to buy anything, please leave and don't disturb me doing business!"

She stormed out from behind the counter.

He pushed Xiao Dongqing and Yang Xueqin away and drove them out of the store.

Standing outside the door, Yang Xueqin looked at Xiao Dongqing, but was thinking in her heart.

She knew that Xiao Dongqing always acted cautiously, and there must be a reason for his actions this time.

"I think the prices of these clothes are indeed a bit high."

Xiao Dongqing lit a cigarette and explained.