money obsessed

Qian Lai felt that his luck was really good today. He picked up 100 yuan, and now he didn’t have to pay for the clothes himself. He walked around the store cheerfully, completely ignoring the tradition of “returning the money to the owner after the money is found”. Virtue is put in your eyes, but as you walk, retribution will come.

"Hey, little man!" Jiang Fan finished counting the goods that are going to be shipped today, and when he looked up, he saw Qian Lai fumbling around in his store, and he started to tease him: "Where are you buying clothes? Are you going to give them away?" Is it for Dad?"

"Fuck you, uncle." Qian Lai threw it over with a stern look: "Master, I will buy it for myself."

Jiang Fan touched his chin with a smile: "Then there are no clothes that suit you here, Nuo, have you seen the elevator around the corner? You take the elevator to the third floor, the entire floor is selling children's clothes, what do you want?" There are styles."

"Do you believe that I can slap you until you become incontinent?" Qian Lai raised his hand as a threat.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan laughed even harder, and simply opened his arms, as if he was a king: "Come on, please don't take pity on me."

"Get out!" Qian Lai took a sip, too lazy to continue the meaningless war of words with this idiot who deserved to be beaten, he said while pawing at his clothes, "Hey, you can choose some clothes for me, I will have my first day tomorrow." What I wear to work, it’s best to highlight my temperament, so that people can be blinded at a glance..."

If you have money but don't make money, you bastard, a little fat sheep who comes to your door will naturally be slaughtered to death. Jiang Fan's devil tail can no longer be hidden at this time, and before the other party finished speaking, he took a piece Passed it over: "It's not easy to show your temperament? Put on this dress and keep it safe, and tomorrow there will be a rich woman crying and asking to take care of you."

As soon as he heard that he could be taken care of by a rich woman, Qian Lai burst out laughing, "I'll take this from you." He reached out and picked up the clothes, shook them and touched them, um, it's not bad.

"Okay! It's 520 seven in total. We're destined. I'll give you a discount. I'll charge you 520 yuan. Is it cash or credit card? xx transfers are also possible."

"Ci'ao! Are you stealing money? You charged me more than 500 yuan for such a piece of rag? Wouldn't your conscience ache?" Qian Lai threw the clothes on the shelf viciously, and Jiang Fan's heart ached when he saw it. The baby seemed to pick up the clothes and blow and touch them, and he still kept muttering: "Don't throw them away if you can't afford them. If you hang this clothes in the mall, it's only 500 yuan? You little dwarf who doesn't know what to buy Go to a children's clothing store and buy it, you must show off."

"Who says I can't afford it? You're still drinking rice cereal while I'm eating meat."

"Oh? Then you should buy it."

"Hehe, want to use the aggressive method? I don't want to do that." Qian Lai folded his arms and snorted coldly, "I think this dress is only worth 50 yuan at most, and any extra penny is a scam."

"You are so cruel, you made me lose everything when you opened your mouth." Jiang Fan clutched his chest, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"50 yuan can still make you half of the profit, so you can have fun secretly when I offer this price." Qian said, snatching the clothes from Jiang Fan's hands: "Price is 50 yuan!"

"Please turn left when you go out, and walk slowly." Seeing that the other party was not a little sheep waiting to be slaughtered, Jiang Fan waved him away, but the "little sheep" seemed to be in conflict with him, holding his clothes tightly with both hands.

"50 yuan and 1 cent! No more!"

"If you add a 5 to the front, I'll sell it to you."

"Bah! A profiteer! Don't even think about it!"

Jiang Fan was overjoyed by his posture of an old hen guarding the chicks.

I have been in this business for a long time, and I deal with elderly aunts and uncles or married couples with their families every day. Jiang Fan has his own set of business skills, but he uses them to deal with For a young man like Qian Lai, it's a bit like killing chickens with a sledgehammer, Jiang Fan doesn't bother to do that, and besides, a few words can make the other party blow their hair, which is much more interesting than making money.

To be honest, that dress was not expensive at all, even if the price was lower, it could still make some money, but Jiang Fan deliberately refused to let the money come true, and he had to get mad at him, so he acted "Don't want to be tricked." "Honest Merchant" came to the scene: "Hey! You are my living ancestor. I can't say no to you. I can sell it to you for 50 yuan. Ancestor, do you need me to get you a bag? It's free."

"You still want to take money from me for a broken bag?" Qian Lai was so angry that he was afraid that Jiang Fan would repent temporarily, so he rushed to grab a bag to put the clothes in without waiting for his help, and lost a piece of paper. Fifty bills and leave quickly.

Jiang Fan originally wanted to ask him for a phone call to make friends or something (of course he didn't want to), but seeing that he ran faster than the weasel that stole the chicken, he gave up.