Chapter 1790: Pretending to Be a Big Shot Without Money

Hearing Fu Yan Cheng's words, Liu Chuxue waved her hand and said, "I have plenty of clothes, and I basically have all the styles from that place; it's better to wait until we encounter new arrivals before buying."

Fu Yan Cheng was just about to persuade her a few more times when he looked up and saw a salesperson nearby hanging new stock; he pulled Liu Chuxue over: "Wool skirts; you really don't have this one."

Having finished speaking, he stepped forward and asked, "Comrade, please help me get a size for my wife to try on for this wool long skirt."

That salesperson, perhaps having been in a bad mood, spoke in a less than pleasant tone: "Don't you see we haven't finished hanging them yet? This wool long skirt doesn't require cloth coupons, it requires industrial coupons; do you have them?"

Fu Yan Cheng directly took out a small stack of coupons from his pocket: "Can you get one for my wife now?"

As a result, that female salesperson actually rolled her eyes at them: "This wool long skirt costs fifty yuan; if you aren't sincerely buying, don't waste time here; we are busy."

Even Fu Yan Cheng, who had a good temper, frowned at her repeated obstruction: "Comrade, what exactly is your problem? You hang these up to sell them; what do you mean by making excuses?"

Seeing Fu Yan Cheng's frown, that female salesperson was no longer unfriendly as before: "I was kindly reminding you; I have no other meaning.

If you are sure you want to buy, we will take it down for you; after all, it is high-end fabric, so naturally we must ask a few questions; if everyone just looks without buying, won't the clothes get ruined from being touched?"

Liu Chuxue pulled Fu Yan Cheng's arm: "Forget it; since they have other plans for this wool long skirt, we needn't be annoying here; most importantly, I really don't like that long skirt."

In these years, there were no leggings; if she had to wear wool pants or thick cotton pants underneath, she really couldn't do it.

Seeing that his wife truly didn't like it, Fu Yan Cheng stopped insisting: "Alright, since you don't like it, let's go look at something else."

That salesperson, not knowing which wire had crossed: "No money but pretending to be a big shot here; truly wasting my time; so full of airs."

Fu Yan Cheng was truly angry now; he had come out happily with his wife to shop, only to run into such an idiot.

He cooled his face, turned, and looked at that salesperson: "Say that again."

That salesperson didn't expect Fu Yan Cheng to take him seriously: "I said you have no money but pretend to be a big shot; I said it, so what?"

Fu Yan Cheng looked at the salesperson at the counter opposite: "Go get your leader; I'd like to ask if 'Serve the People' posted on the wall behind you is just a slogan, and that buying things requires us to be mocked by you?"

The salesperson Fu Yan Cheng had designated looked troubled; after all, the troublemaking salesperson had backing; if he went to call the leader himself, wouldn't that offend someone? Later, he might not have a good outcome: "Um..."

She had just started when she saw someone squeeze into the crowd and speak: "What happened?"

Fu Yan Cheng found the voice somewhat familiar, so he turned to look.

At this glance, both people's voices rang out together: "Director."

And this man, whom the salespeople called Director, looked at Fu Yan Cheng with a face full of smiles and called out: "Regiment Commander Fu."

Now, not only was the salesperson who had been looking for trouble dumbfounded, but the other salespeople's faces were also not very good.

Fu Yan Cheng spoke: "Xu Weiguo, you work here?"

Xu Weiguo, seeing Fu Yan Cheng, was somewhat excited: "Yes, I was transferred here from elsewhere a few months ago; I didn't expect to meet you here."

That troublemaking salesperson, seeing how familiar they were and that this man was a Regiment Commander, turned pale with fear; she had probably kicked a steel plate this time?