"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.
