Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

The shop owner quickly put down the clothes in his hands and followed closely.

There is another suit shop not far away. It is like this on the commercial street. When people gather together, the popularity is high. The owner strode into the store and said, "Sister, I brought the God of Wealth here. You have to give me a discount."

The female shop owner glanced at him with a lukewarm look, but her eyes flickered between Zhou Qi and Jiang Jun: "What do you two want to see?"

Zhou Qi asked directly: "Madam Boss, how much is a suit here?"

"One hundred yuan a set!" the female shop owner answered readily.

"Hey, sister, I worked so hard to attract these customers, you have to give them some benefits." The previous store owner interrupted.

Give me a sweet treat? Could they really be so generous to each other? The female shop owner muttered to herself, but responded on the surface: "Well, for your sake, I'll give you a discount of 10 yuan. No less."

Zhou Qi knew that this was definitely not the lowest price, but he didn't want to waste his breath on such a small amount, so he pointed at a black suit and said, "Give me this suit in my brother's size!"

Then he pointed at the silver-gray one and said, "This set is in my size. I want one too. The shirts should match these two sets. I want two for each set!"

The female boss was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that this business would be so quick. She quickly found the clothes.

Zhou Qi and Jiang Jun tried it and found it to be a good fit.

"How much in total?" These two suits are indeed not cheap.

When I paid the bill, the suit and shirt cost a total of three hundred and thirty dollars.

The male shop owner rubbed his hands together, and watched Zhou Qi pay with eager eyes, thinking to himself, it will be his turn next...

Zhou Qi picked up the packed bag and was about to slip out.

"Hey, sir, sir!" The shopkeeper quickly stopped Zhou Qi and said, "You haven't paid for the clothes yet!"

"What silver?" Zhou Qi was confused.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said, "I have packed all these clothes for you. Isn't it time to pay?"

"Oh, yes, have you packed everything?" Zhou Qi asked slowly.

"Of course, we do it in front of you!" the shop owner explained.

"So, your hand has touched my clothes?" Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows.

"Of course! How can we pack it up if we don't touch it?" the shop owner replied.

"Then I can't have it." Zhou Qi curled his lips and said with a smile: "I forgot to tell you, I have a little mysophobia. I feel uncomfortable when I wear clothes that have been touched by others."

"You've done something really bad."

“What a pity!”

When the shopkeeper heard this, his face darkened and he said coldly, "Are you kidding me?"

"How did I trick you? The transaction doesn't count until the money has changed hands. You are the seller and I am the buyer. You are not willing to sell, and I am not willing to buy either. Is there a problem?" Zhou Qi asked back.

After these words were spoken, the shop owner was choked and speechless for a long time.

If someone doesn’t want to buy it, can you still snatch it away by force?

He knew he was at a disadvantage, but there was nothing he could do.

Zhou Qi and Jiang Jun swaggered out of the store, turned around and bought some leather shoes nearby.

That attitude is as if he is deliberately saying: I won’t buy yours, what can you do about it?

The shop owner was very angry.

The shop owner was so angry that his teeth were itching, and at the same time he felt so regretful that his intestines turned green.

If I hadn't been so snobbish at the beginning, wouldn't I have gotten this deal?

Jiang Jun was so happy watching from the side.

Look at the shop owner's expression.

Really relieved!

It’s more satisfying than punching him twice.

Zhou Qi was too lazy to bother with such a snob and even looked at him for a second longer than necessary. However, this incident made Jiang Jun deeply realize the importance of image.

Then, the two found a bathhouse.

Take a shower and put on new clothes!

Zhou Qi wore a silver-grey suit, exuding the style of a business elite. Jiang Jun wore a black suit, which was slim and capable, as if it was tailor-made for the role of a "personal guardian". The black suit not only fits the identity of a bodyguard, but also sets off the aura of the master.

Zhou Qi put his hands in his pockets, stood straight, raised his chin to Jiang Jun, and asked: "Give me some advice, take a look at my image, what do you think?"

Jiang Jun looked him up and down and said slowly, "Do you want to hear something nice or the truth?"

"Let's do the weak ones first." Zhou Qi suggested.

"Very stylish!" Jiang Jun answered straightforwardly.

Zhou Qi's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked, "What about the truth?"

"It's quite stylish to tell the truth," Jiang Jun changed the subject, "but I feel a little itchy and want to beat you up."

"Haha!" Zhou Qi laughed loudly and patted Jiang Jun on the shoulder. "That's right, this is exactly the effect we want!" He thought, is there anyone who would ask for trouble? This train of thought is also very strange.

Jiang Jun pondered for a moment and suddenly realized that Zhou Qi was just showing off. But then again, Zhou Qi had more than 300,000 yuan in his hands, so he was not showing off, but was really capable.

Zhou Qi smiled and patted Jiang Jun again, saying earnestly: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Do as the Romans do. Do you understand? You have to pass the test of appearance first. The first impression in business negotiations is very important."

Otherwise, like the clothing store owner before, who didn't even look at me, how can we talk about cooperation?

Then, Zhou Qi spent another three thousand dollars to get a pager, chose a nice number, and hung it around his waist. Instantly, he felt a lot more high-end and stylish.

But to be honest, Zhou Qi felt a little disgusted. Although this thing was a fashionable communication tool, in his opinion, it was simply an antique. Apart from the pager, the only other thing he could afford was the mobile phone that cost tens of thousands of yuan.

Zhou Qi thought to himself that if he could get that thing directly, it would be more than just a simple upgrade. The problem was that even if he wanted to buy it now, it was hard to find and he might not be able to get it even with real money.

After all, there is never a shortage of rich people in this world.

More than 300,000 is already an astronomical figure in Jiang Jun's eyes.

But Zhou Qi knew clearly that for the super-rich, this amount of money was nothing. In the early years, it was rare to have a household with a net worth of 10,000 yuan, but there were still people who could have a household with a net worth of 1 million or 10 million yuan.

Then he fiddled with a few more business cards.

Top-level configuration, premium materials, once it is taken out, the style is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary business cards.

Printed on the business card was: Halluya Fruit Group, General Manager—Zhou Qi, followed by a pager number.

"What do you do?" Jiang Jun looked at the business card and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The word "group" is still a bit abstract to him.

But "Haluya Fruit" sounds like a fruit seller, but didn't Zhou Qi work in cotton fabrics before? How did he suddenly become a fruit seller? And he became the general manager? How could a general manager ride a tricycle? And I haven't heard of any big fruit companies in my hometown.

"Next, just talk less and follow me." Zhou Qi said.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Jiang Jun asked.