MMB Chapter 232 Head-to-Head
Chapter 232 Head-to-Head
The saleswoman rushed over, glanced at Liao Yuqian who was serving Ning Xiuyang and the others, and looked troubled.
"Young Master Zhou, I'm sorry, this one was chosen by Liao Yuqian's customer first..."
"What do you mean she picked it out first?" Wen Biquan immediately shrieked. "She didn't say she wanted to buy it! We want to pay now! What kind of service is this? Are you treating people differently based on their status?"
She pointed at Shen Yourong and said sarcastically, "Ma'am, I advise you to go check out Uniqlo across the street. Their clothes are more suitable for your age and spending level. Chanel isn't a place for you."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yourong's face instantly turned bright red, filled with shame and indignation, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
She had never been so publicly humiliated in her life.
"Watch your mouth!"
Shen Youyou was the first to explode!
She suddenly stood in front of her mother, like a little hen protecting her chicks, glaring at Wen Biquan.
"Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to talk to my mother like that? You think you're so great just because you've hooked up with a rich guy? You reek of cheap stuff, do you really think you're some kind of socialite?"
Shen Youyou's words were like knives, each one stabbing at Wen Biquan's sore spot.
"You! You little bitch! Who are you calling names?" Wen Biquan was so angry that her face twisted in anger.
"I'm talking about you!" Shen Youyou retorted without backing down. "You're so young and already doing bad things, becoming someone's mistress, and you still think you're right?"
"You're talking nonsense!"
Seeing that the two women were about to start arguing, Zhou Mingfeng frowned impatiently.
He stepped forward, shielding Wen Biquan behind him, and looked down at Shen Youyou and Ning Xiuyang behind her.
"Where did this wild girl come from, spewing nonsense?"
He sized up Ning Xiuyang and, seeing that although his clothes were clean, they weren't from any top-tier brands, concluded that he didn't have much ability.
"Kid, keep an eye on your woman."
Zhou Mingfeng sneered, "I'm taking this dress today. If you know what's good for you, get lost. Don't get in my way."
He took a bank card out of his wallet and tossed it contemptuously onto the counter.
"Swipe the card! Also, I don't want to see these two people at Chanel again. People of their caliber only lower the class of this place."
His words were extremely arrogant, showing no regard for Ning Xiuyang whatsoever.
Liao Yuqian's face also darkened. She wanted to help Ning Xiuyang, but he was a high-level VIP in the store, and she didn't want to offend him.
Just then, Ning Xiuyang, who had been silent all along, finally spoke slowly.
"This dress really doesn't suit her."
His voice was calm.
Zhou Mingfeng and Wen Biquan both thought he had given in, and a smug smile appeared on their faces.
Wen Biquan puffed out his chest smugly and gave Shen Yourong a provocative look.
However, Ning Xiuyang's next words stunned everyone.
"After all, even if a pheasant wears the most beautiful wedding dress, it can't hide its stench."
He pointed to the limited edition dress and said to Liao Yuqian, "I want this dress."
Ning Xiuyang's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly in the quiet shop.
Zhou Mingfeng's smug smile froze instantly.
Wen Biquan looked at Ning Xiuyang in disbelief, like a duck whose neck had been grabbed.
"What...what did you say?" Wen Biquan roared, his fur standing on end like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
But Ning Xiuyang ignored him completely, and just looked at Shen Yourong beside him.
Shen Yourong was also stunned. She quickly tugged at Ning Xiuyang's sleeve and whispered, "No...no need, it's too expensive..."
How could she dare to accept a dress that cost nearly 200,000 yuan?
Ning Xiuyang grasped her slightly cool hand, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "I said you are worthy, and you are worthy."
He turned to look at Liao Yuqian and said calmly, "What are you standing there for? Wrap it up."
"Yes...yes, Mr. Ning!"
Liao Yuqian was overjoyed and quickly agreed, turning around to get the dress.
"Wait a minute!" Zhou Mingfeng roared, slamming his hand on the counter. "There's always a first-come, first-served order, isn't there? I was the one who said I wanted to buy this dress first! Why should I give it to him?"
"Exactly!" Wen Biquan shrieked along, "Is this how you Chanel do business? You pounce on anyone with money? We're your VIPs!"
Liao Yuqian stopped in her tracks, looking troubled.
Ning Xiuyang sneered, looking at Zhou Mingfeng as if he were a clown.
"VIP?"
He said slowly, "Do you know how much of this store's revenue I accounted for?"
Zhou Mingfeng was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is," Ning Xiuyang turned to Liao Yuqian and snapped his fingers, "Sister Qian, do it my way before."
Previous specifications?
Liao Yuqian was taken aback at first, but then immediately realized what was happening, and her eyes shone with an unprecedented light.
"Yes, Mr. Ning, I understand!"
Liao Yuqian was so excited that her voice trembled, and she immediately called over two other colleagues.
"Bring over one of each of the latest styles from over there, in the right size for this older sister and these two younger sisters!"
"And those bags in that row, let's each pick two!"
"Shoes, necklace, perfume, cosmetics... everything's included!"
Liao Yuqian, like a female general commanding thousands of troops, issued orders in an orderly manner.
Upon hearing this, the other saleswomen in the store all sprang into action as if they had been injected with adrenaline.
For a time, the entire Chanel counter became Ning Xiuyang's personal runway.
Zhou Mingfeng and Wen Biquan were completely dumbfounded.
The surrounding customers who were watching the commotion were all stunned.
What's going on?
You can buy clothes like this?
Just like buying from the wholesale market!
Shen Yourong, Shen Youyou, Tang Wei, and Qian Baobao were all stunned, staring blankly at the crazy scene before them.
Soon, rows of brand-new clothes, bags, shoes and various luxury goods were piled up like small mountains on the sofa in front of Ning Xiuyang.
"Mr. Ning..." Shen Yourong was so nervous that she could hardly speak.
This is too...too outrageous!
"Do you like it?" Ning Xiuyang looked at her and asked softly.
Shen Yourong looked at these things that she might never be able to afford in her entire life, yet they were piled up in front of her as if they were free. Her mind went blank, and she could only nod subconsciously.
"If you like it, that's good."
Ning Xiuyang smiled with satisfaction.
He wanted to use this most direct and brutal method to tell his women what they could get by following him.
He wanted Shen Yourong to understand that she didn't need to feel inferior or back down; she just needed to enjoy everything he gave her with peace of mind.
"And that dress."
Ning Xiuyang pointed to the "Violet Dream".
Liao Yuqian immediately understood and personally took the dress down and packed it in the most exquisite box.