1511: C1511 I Don't Know I Thought You Were Building a Plane!

C1511 I Don't Know I Thought You Were Building a Plane!

"That's it for you, don't ask Mr. Zhang for his opinion."

"Make your own decisions."

"Selling this bag to this Mr. Zhou is inappropriate, right?"

Zhou Xiaolu had only been in the luxury shop for less than a month.

It was true that he was a rookie, but he still had a bit of a temper.

Moreover, this Zhao Weiwei dared to act so brazenly.

He openly rode on his own head to take a piss and shit.

If, if that was the case.

Even Zhou Xiaolu chose to suppress her words.

After that, she wouldn't have to stay in this luxury shop anymore!

He could just watch as Zhao Weiwei's expression changed.

"Aiyo, Zhou Xiaolu, you've only been in the restaurant for a few days, and you've already grown up, haven't you?"

"Do you know who this Boss Zhou standing in front of me is?"

"Let me tell you, this Boss Zhou is called Zhou Jingye."

"That's him, the chairman of our Wuzhou City's gold carat fertilizer factory."

"It's worth a few hundred million."

"You can afford to offend someone as important as Boss Zhou!"

At this moment, Zhao Weiwei was blabbering on and on.

There is something to do with the "glorious deeds" of this Lau Wei-Jin Klang fertiliser factory.

This flattery, this flattery.

Someone who knows.

He knew that Zhou Jingye was only the factory manager of a small fertilizer factory.

People who don't know.

He had thought that Zhou Jingye's house was where he was going to build a plane and was also where the manager of the tank's military factory was going.

This Zhao Weiwei was truly a flattering, crafty nobody.

How vivid was his interpretation!

At this moment.

Obviously, this Boss Zhou was also pleased with the flattery he got from Zhao Weiwei.

"Alright, I'll ask you how big it is."

"This bag, did little man pay?"

Zhou Jingye walked up in a daze and said as he listened to Ye Zichen's beer belly.2

"No …." "No …"

Zhou Xiaolu, who originally wanted to argue a little bit with Zhao Weiwei.

At this moment, he was also stunned by Zhou Jingye's question.

Then, he suddenly lost all confidence.

After all, the principle that a customer is God is always the same.

In particular, this is especially true for sales with Zhou Xiaolu.

She, Zhou Xiaolu, might be able to fight with Zhao Weiwei for the ownership of the bag.

But if it was, if it was her or Zhou Jingye, the VIP customers in the shop.

Even if she had the guts, Zhou Xiaolu still wouldn't have the guts to do so.

He was immediately questioned by Zhou Jingye.

It softened in just a few minutes, and it stammered unconfidently.

"He didn't pay, right?"

"Since you haven't paid for it yet, it's not so easy to get it from someone with a high price."

As he spoke, Zhou Jingye patted his beer belly with his big hand, full of heroic spirit as he spoke.

"This bag will belong to whoever paid for it."

With that, Zhou Jingye glanced at the price tag on the bag, then continued.

"Doesn't this bag sell for 500.00 yuan?"

"I'll add another 100.00 yuan, 600.00, I'll buy —!"

After hearing what Zhou Jingye said, Zhou Xiaolu, who was standing beside him, was completely silent.

Indeed, it was just as Zhou Jingye said.

However, in theory, it was a first come first served.

Furthermore, Zhang Xiaofann was indeed the first one to take a fancy to this bag …

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