Chapter 9: Level of shopping

At this time, Song Ye was wearing grey cotton jackets and worn-out cotton trousers, walking with long hair in Yuncheng's largest commercial building, and his return rate was also 100%.
Even if she didn't care about the sight around her, it was unavoidable that someone looked at the soft persimmon and ridiculed it. This was not just when she entered a women's clothing store, and a sneer came around. It's low. Any beggar can come in. Don't stain your clothes. "
The talking girl is a little girl with a ponytail on her head and wearing cotton-padded flared jeans. The color is very fresh and beautiful. It can be seen that she is from a well-off family, but she doesn't know how to respect people.
The waiter at the door frowned, but her eyes were directed at Song Ye. It happened that the boss was not in the shop. She stopped in front of Song Ye when she stepped up. And I ask you to go somewhere else. "
"Oh? You opened the door to do business and pushed customers out. I met it for the first time." Song Ye was flat, but he didn't stop. He walked directly into the store, bypassing the people in front of him. Sweeping on the long hanger, with flexible fingers, he picked out three suits in less than a minute.
The waiter unexpectedly, just wanted to rush out, but saw Song Ye had thrown his clothes to another waiter, "checkout."
what?
Not only the waiter, but even the girl who was ridiculing just now stared, as if I couldn't believe that the poor soil buns really had money to pay. And this shop is the highest grade and the most expensive in the entire clothing building. It costs hundreds of pieces for a set of clothes, even if the girl is going to discount clothes.
But just now I was so embarrassed that Song Ye couldn't afford it, and this face was crackled in a blink of an eye. The girl was standing in front of the store, and it wasn't for entering.
"Ahem, this lady please come in, please come in." The waiter came up and hurried forward to say hello. She had missed a commission, and she could not miss the second one.
The new waiter was a little hesitant when holding three suits to checkout. I couldn't believe that this ordinary girl spent hundreds of flowers. Thinking of the commission she could get, she was immediately excited.
The moment Song Ye passed by with the girl, his tone fluttered softly, "It seems that the standard here is just the same."
As soon as the girl heard it, her eyes widened and her face turned red. "You ..."
Song Ye paused, his eyes were calm, and he clearly understood what he meant.
The girl had a bite of silver teeth and felt like her face was burned. But she couldn't refute it. She dropped her eyes on the clothes at the checkout counter, and she got the idea. Now. "
This sentence caused many customers in the store to watch over, and saw the two people fighting for a stylish dress, a rustic soil, at that time I felt that soil buns can not compete for flowers.
Even the waiters went online quickly to help out, and grabbed three sets of clothes. "Miss is really good. This is a new product in our shop. All the styles are only one, which best complements your figure." While talking, the waiter smiled wrinkles at the corners of his eyebrows and cracked his abacus in his heart.
"But, Sister Liu, this is the guest first ..." The new waiter stood on the side, whispering for Song Ye.
As soon as he said this, he was reprimanded by the old waiter. "Do you understand the rules? Can't you see who is more able to pay the bill and stand on the side?"
Although this rebuked the new waiter for lack of eyesight, it was also ironic that Song Ye was here to swell his face and fill him with fat.
The girl recovered her face, and pedaled and stepped over to the cashier. She was very proud. "How much?"
"Hello, it's 568 yuan in total." The cashier politely quoted the price.
"Why, what?" The girl paused at the act of paying for her money, and her eyes fell on the three sets of clothes.
But now everyone around me is looking at herself, and the girls have to pay for it arbitrarily. After counting five old heads, the entire wallet is basically empty. This is her monthly pocket money.
However, in order to fight for this tone, she gritted her teeth and had to hand over the money. Unexpectedly, there was a fluttering voice behind her, "I have fifty more than her. These three suits, I want them."
This calm and familiar voice made the girls turn their heads sharply, staring at each other fiercely.
Song Ye walked in front of her, bending down slightly, staring straight at the girl coldly, "You can find out 618 yuan, this clothes is yours."
"You ..." The girl was furious again, pouring out all the change in the wallet in disapproval, but she couldn't make up six hundred.
Feeling the sight cast from around, the girl's face was red with blood.
Song Ye took his hand out of his pocket and held it neatly in his hand for 700 yuan. When he stretched his arm, he handed it to the cashier.
Compared to a girl who is beautifully dressed but can't afford six hundred yuan, the seven hundred yuan of rustic Song Ye is like hitting her in the slap, and she feels ashamed no longer.
Song Ye didn't look at her again. She adhered to the principle that people don't offend me and I don't offend people, but if the other party finds faults, they must have the courage to bear the consequences.
This was just a small episode, and she didn't take it to heart.
She changed into a new dress, walked out of the business building with a bag, and saw a barber shop on the side of the road. Thinking of her messy hair, she kept walking and walked over.
There are three or two customers doing hair in the shop. When the hairdresser saw Song Ye, he froze slightly. Obviously, he had not seen any little girl with her bangs covering her entire face.
"What kind of hairstyle does this guest want? Do you want to dye it?" The hairdresser sorted out the tools, a little careless, and probably saw that girls like Song Ye were born with timidity, so they covered them with bangs. Does not do large trimming.
But the two words that Song Ye spit out the next second made him hold back.
"short hair."
short hair? The barber looked up at the girl in the mirror. "How short is it?"
"You're like that." The short, concise words suddenly shocked the barber's mouth.
Because the hairdresser is a man, his hair is naturally short, but a girl who cuts it like this will not become a tomboy.
"Is there a problem?" Song Ye frowned, and was impatient. She wasted time buying clothes just now, and she wanted to go to the jewelry shop earlier.
The barber shook his head subconsciously. Seeing that Song Ye wasn't kidding, he took scissors and cut across the thick bangs.
The next moment, the face that showed Lushan's true face made the barber hold again.