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Xiaogang paused for a moment, and purposely bit down the pronunciation of the last word: "The other party bought it at the original price. If the customer has other needs, you can go and see other things."

When the upstart heard this, he was very dissatisfied.

He just left for a while, and someone attacked so soon?
"I saw this pen first, and the original price is the original price. I bought it and wrapped it up for me." The upstart said.

"Sorry, we are going to sell this pen to another customer. You read it first, but you didn't buy it in the end. This pen now belongs to these two people." Xiao Gang said.

The woman next to the nouveau riche pouted dissatisfiedly, stretched out her hand and slapped the nouveau riche twice, and said coquettishly: "I've said it all, this is a good thing, it's fine now, it was bought by someone else, I see you clearly Just don't want to buy it for me."

"How is it possible, baby, as long as it is what you want, I will buy it for you."

"really?"

"Of course it's true." The nouveau riche kissed the woman on the mouth.

The woman was very shy, and pointed to the box: "I like this, can you buy it for me?"

"Of course it's fine." The upstart agreed without even thinking about it.

Xiaogang has already handed the packaged brush to Liang Zhichao.

Liang Zhichao was about to take it, but the nouveau riche grabbed it first, and then handed it to the woman beside him.

The nouveau riche looked Liang Zhichao all over his body, the disdain in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

"A poor ghost still comes here to show off. Your whole body shouldn't cost you ten yuan, right? The woman next to you is very nice. Would you like to consider being with me? I can buy you such a gift. This The poor have no money at all." The nouveau riche couldn't help but sneer.

The woman next to him beat up the upstart in dissatisfaction.

"What did you say?"

"I'm just teasing her, don't take it seriously."

The woman continued to play with the packing box in her hand, with a smug smile on her face.

Liang Zhichao stretched out his hand, motioning for the other party to give him the brush.

"My patience is limited, return the things to me." Liang Zhichao threatened.

The upstart thought he heard it wrong, but this person threatened him in public?
How ridiculous!

"Your patience is limited? My patience is even more limited. I saw this brush first, so it should be mine. Even if I give it to you now, you can't afford the money. Don't be ashamed here. Come down now while there is still a step in front of you." The nouveau riche still looked down on Liang Zhichao in front of him.

The shop owner who had been silent all this time said: "My guest, that writing brush should belong to this Mr. Liang. You made it clear before that you don't want it."

Xiaogang followed his father's words and said, "That's right, since you don't want it, and this guest asked for it by name, it belongs to the other party, so return the brush quickly."

The nouveau riche narrowed his eyes and reminded: "This poor man can't afford that much money. If you offend me, no one will buy this writing brush. You should think about it clearly."

The boss looked at Liang Zhichao and said, "I trust this guest."

The implication is that even if you wear gold and silver, you are nothing in my eyes.

The nouveau riche immediately lost his temper: "I think you won't shed tears when you see the coffin, okay, as long as this person can take out 38 yuan on the spot, I will give him this brush."

Regardless of the woman's objection, the upstart put the brush back on the counter.

He was [-]% sure that Liang Zhichao definitely didn't have so much money.

Whoever has money does not wear fine clothes and expensive gold jewellery.

Going out in tattered clothes and coming to this expensive store must be for the sake of bluffing.

Today, he will expose the true face of this kind of person.

"How did this poor man have the face to walk in here? He thought it was a picture book for kindergarten children? You can buy it for a few cents? It's so funny." The woman next to the nouveau riche couldn't help but sarcastically.

The nouveau riche waited to see Liang Zhichao get embarrassed.

The nouveau riche didn't bring so much money with him. He just took people away just to make the boss let go and lower the price.

Who knew that he would meet someone like Liang Zhichao on the way, but he would soon be able to make Liang Zhichao retreat.

38, but not 38. Liang Zhichao gritted his teeth and tightened his belt to save this money.

He waited to see Liang Zhichao make a fool of himself.

"If you wear gold and silver, you are rich? Who knows if the things on your body were bought with borrowed money." Liang Zhichao retorted directly.

The face of the nouveau riche became ugly, how dare he question his wealth?

"Borrowing money? Who do you look down on? How could a person of my status borrow money? You look down on others."

Liang Zhichao shrugged indifferently: "I just said it casually, why are you so nervous? Could it be that what I said got into your heart and made you feel ashamed."

The nouveau riche was annoyed, and changed the subject: "You have been chasing after me to continue this sentence, is it to divert everyone's attention, in fact, you can't afford 38 at all."

The shop owner and Xiao Gang looked at Liang Zhichao, after all, this money is not small money.

If this person really can't afford the money, are they really going to resell that brush to the nouveau riche?
I resisted in my heart, but I didn't say anything.

Liang Zhichao deliberately reminded: "Keep your eyes open, no one will buy things if you don't have money."

After speaking, Liang Zhichao took out stacks of money from his pocket.

In the end, I took out 39 rolls of 39-yuan bills, totaling [-] yuan.

The nouveau riche was shocked, and the other people present, except for Jiang Yihan, all had expressions of disbelief.

This man in ordinary clothes actually carried hundreds of thousands of cash on him.

Isn't he afraid of recruiting thieves?

"Boss, count them up." Liang Zhichao said this to the shop owner, but his eyes were fixed on the nouveau riche.

The upstarts regard this as an invisible provocation and demonstration.

The shop owner counted, took out another 2000 yuan and handed it to Liang Zhichao.

"It's 2000 yuan more." The store owner smiled.

Liang Zhichao handed the money back: "This is my sister Hanhan's hard work, take it."

The shop owner was a little hesitant. He has been in the shop for so many years, and he has seen people who give tips, but he has never seen so many people at once.

More people asked Boss Du to pay less for his favor.

The nouveau riche's face seemed to be slapped hard by an invisible slap, and the woman beside him was noisy with dissatisfaction.

"Honey, I really like that writing brush, can I buy it for him?"

The nouveau riche don't want to lose face in front of a woman, especially if the woman doesn't look like a rich man.

The money he took out must have been stolen, right?

"Shop owner, do you dare to take this kind of money from unknown sources? Are you not afraid of dirty hands?"