The strongest NPC in the online game Naruto

"Welcome..." Seeing someone come in, the middle-aged salesperson in a red skirt and gold-rimmed glasses stood up quickly, but when he saw Hou Ping and An An, he lowered his head and continued to fiddle with his phone.

A little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, a little timid, with a thin body, seemed a little malnourished. She was about to go up to receive Hou Ping, when the middle-aged salesman pulled her and said in a low voice, "This kind of person, I guess it will It’s a waste of time to go after the price.”

At this time, a fat middle-aged man with a shining gold necklace around his neck, revealing a woman in her early twenties who was very coquettishly dressed opened the door and came in.

"Director Huang, didn't you agree to bring me here to buy clothes today?" The woman said coquettishly, shaking the fat man's arm.

"Little fairy, I served you well last night. You can choose any clothes here." As he spoke, Director Huang hooked the woman's chin with his finger.

The woman winked at Director Huang.

"See, if you want to receive, you only receive this kind of customers." Then, the woman hurriedly walked towards Director Huang, put her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and bent at a standard 45°, "Welcome, please come in."

At this time, Hou Ping and An An were strolling around inside, and An An couldn't help but click her tongue when she saw the price above, "Brother, let's forget about it, let's go look elsewhere, or go online to buy."

"No." Hou Ping stared at a piece of clothing with a price tag of [-], and said with a smile: "You are now one of the shareholders of Shiweixian, so you can't go to Shiweixian wearing Taobao goods."

Hou Ping looked at another piece of clothing.

"Brother, but the clothes here are too expensive." An An glanced at the price of the clothes that Hou Ping saw just now, and frowned, "A piece of clothes costs [-] yuan?"

At this time, Hou Ping's eyes were suddenly attracted by the window of a booth not far away. Inside the window was a plastic model wearing a short red cheongsam, and a unique sense of oriental beauty emerged spontaneously.

Hou Ping hurriedly walked there.

"Director Huang, what do you think of this dress?" On the other side, the coquettish woman who followed Director Huang was holding a blue dress in her hand and comparing it in front of the mirror.

The middle-aged waiter hurried over and said with a smile, "Miss, this dress is very suitable for you. It looks like a lotus flower when you put it on."

"How much?" Director Huang asked nonchalantly, sitting on the sofa beside him with a big belly and two walnuts in his hand.

"It's not expensive at all, it's only ninety-nine thousand." The middle-aged salesman smiled, and at the same time, he thought in his heart that if he sold one, he would get a 5% commission. Here, my heart is full of happiness.

Hearing this price, Director Huang couldn't help raising his right eye, "This...doesn't match the character design of your script. I need to see the producer tonight, so I can change it."

Hearing this, the middle-aged salesperson rolled her eyes, and quickly picked up another sexy silver short skirt with a backless and deep V, "This one will definitely attract a large number of men if you wear it, it's not expensive, it's only 12 Ten thousand."

When Director Huang heard this price, the walnuts in his hand almost fell to the ground, and when he was thinking about how to refuse, Hou Ping's voice suddenly rang out.

"Waiter, take out this dress and try it on!" Hou Ping shouted to the middle-aged waiter closest to him.

The salesperson saw the cheongsam in the window that Hou Ping was pointing at, and immediately said angrily, "That dress is 38 yuan, still trying? Can you afford it?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at An An beside Hou Ping, and curled his lips, "Should we sell the clothes if they are dirty?"

When Hou Ping heard this, he immediately became angry. He could tolerate others insulting him, but if he dared to speak rudely to An An, Hou Ping would definitely make her regret living in this world.

As if seeing that Hou Ping was about to get angry, An An quickly grabbed Hou Ping's sleeve, "Brother, forget it, I don't like this dress, so I won't try it on."

But Hou Ping caught the trace of nostalgia in An An's gaze towards the cheongsam.

The thin little girl in front of the counter hesitated for a moment, but she still walked towards Hou Ping and An An.

"Hello, sir." The thin little girl bowed timidly to Hou Ping and An An, and then said, "I am an intern salesperson of this store, and I am very happy to serve you."

"The cheongsam you fancy is designed by the country's top fashion design master, and the material used is also the top material in China..." The thin girl introduced it eloquently in front of Hou Ping.

After the middle-aged salesman saw this scene, he sneered, "I told you, he won't buy it, so don't waste your efforts and don't listen."

As he spoke, he looked at Director Huang and smiled, "You are different. You can see that you are very rich. Buying a piece of clothing for 10,000+ is not as simple as drinking water."

"Huh, that's right, look at how poor they are." The woman brought by Director Huang walked up to Director Huang with the 12 dress, coquettishly smiling, "How can we compare with our Director Huang?"

"That's right, you're not worthy of carrying shoes." The middle-aged salesperson also echoed.

Director Huang raised his legs proudly, "That's natural."

Then, he took out a bank card from his wallet, handed it to the salesperson, and said, "I bought it."

"Thank you, Director Huang." Upon hearing that, the woman gave Director Huang a smack on the cheek with a look of joy.

The middle-aged salesperson also hurriedly took out the POS machine, and inserted the bank card into the POS machine for fear that Director Huang would regret it, but the next second, the middle-aged salesperson's face froze.

"Huang... Director Huang, your card has insufficient balance..."

"Sorry, I took the wrong card." Director Huang's face flashed with embarrassment, and he took out another bank card from his wallet, "Swipe this one."

"Director Huang...the balance of this one is not enough..." the middle-aged salesman said in surprise.

At this time, Hou Ping's voice came again, "I want the one in the window, and these three."

The middle-aged salesman looked around and saw that the clothes Hou Ping was referring to cost more than 50 yuan each. It was estimated that the cheongsam in the window could cost more than [-] yuan.

"Hmph, when you pay the bill later, you won't just take out two bank cards and say that the balance is insufficient!" The middle-aged salesperson said pointedly.

"He can afford those clothes, I fucking ate the tea table." Director Huang said disdainfully, his face turned blue and red.

He didn't believe that a young boy wearing street goods could afford more than 50 yuan in clothes.

"Hello, these clothes are 59 in total." The thin little girl said with a trembling voice after finishing the calculation.

59, in her eyes, that is an astronomical figure, not only that, if it is successful, then the commission she will get is almost 3, which is something she dare not even dream of.