Chapter 353: Clothing Store Storm (1)

"Xiao Li, what about my skirt?"
There was a crisp and soft voice outside the door, which made many people look back.
Yang Zimei doesn't need to look, and knows that voice comes from Murong Yan.
"Miss Murong, wait a minute, I'll take a skirt for you to try on." Xiaoli immediately changed to the most enthusiastic smile when she saw Murongyan, a regular customer.
"You only need one of those skirts in your shop, but I definitely can't stand someone hitting my shirt." Murong Yan asked.
"That's natural. Miss Murong will wear it, and it will be unique, but our designer LW specially designed it for you. There are no two." Xiaoli hurriedly came to Yang Zimei's face and stretched out her hand Drop the skirt.
It turned out that this skirt was ordered by Murong Yan.
Then she was too lazy to continue looking at other clothes.
Xiaoli took the skirt in front of Mu Rongyan and said rhetorically: "The shabby girl, who just wanted to try on this dress just now, she didn't look at the price. Where can she buy it? ? "
Mu Rongyan's eyes glanced over and saw Yang Zimei figure.
She was in a good mood. When she saw Yang Zimei, she immediately rotted.
To her, Yang Zimei was like a thorn stuck in her heart. When she saw it, she was uncomfortable.
To Yang Zimei, she was like a fly in rice, and she didn't want to see it.
"She hasn't touched this dress yet?"
Mu Rongyan asked Xiaoli slightly in disgust.
"No, she just asked, how could we let her kind who can't afford it feel random?" Xiaoli said hurriedly.
"Well, that's pretty much the same. I suggest you better not let her try on your clothes, and don't let her buy your clothes, otherwise, I will definitely not come to your store to buy clothes next time, I don't want that This kind of poor ghost also wears the same brand of clothes like me, which is really lowering my taste. "Murong Yan said to Xiao Li.
Xiaoli was shocked when she heard it.
Murong Yan is a big customer of their clothing store, spending at least 10,000 yuan in the store every month.
Therefore, she hurriedly told the other clerks to prevent them from trying on Yang Zimei's clothes.
Yang Zimei didn't notice their conversation. When she saw another pale cyan skirt, she just wanted to reach out and touch the cloth. She was immediately stopped by a clerk. , It is not suitable for you, and people who do not want to buy it are not allowed to mess around, otherwise our customers will have opinions. "
What she said really made Yang Zimei feel uncomfortable, especially when she saw Mu Rongyan's proud expression, and generally guessed that it should be her ghost.
"I want to see your shopkeeper," she said coldly.
"See our shopkeeper? Can our shopkeeper meet you casually?" The clerk sneered. "Even if I see you? Would you like to complain to us?"
"No," Yang Zimei said coldly, "I want to buy all of your stores."
"Oh!" The clerk grinned, and looked her up and down. "Girl, you come out of the mental hospital."
"You came out of the psychiatric hospital." Yang Zi frowned.
"It's not from a mental hospital. Why do you talk about mental illness?"
"Who wants to see me?" At this time, a well-dressed, well-dressed middle-aged woman, about forty years old, came down the stairs on the second floor and asked in confusion.
This woman, Yang Zimei looks familiar.
"The owner, it was she who wanted to see you and said that she would buy our store. It was really mentally ill." The clerk hurried.