Sun Cong'an nodded at her hurriedly, and stretched out his hand to point to Mr. Ji, who had already walked to the front area: "Together." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The shopping guide glanced up, smiled, and stood back in front of the door.

Sun Cong'an hurried up, and listened to the shopping guide inside talking enthusiastically to Mr. Ji: "Sir, there is a new batch of summer clothes in the store, there are ones you can wear, do you want to try them?" ”

Mr. Ji looked at her: "What about your store manager?" ”

The shopping guide was obviously stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied: "Do you have something to do with our store manager?" ”

Mr. Ji glanced at the rest sofa beside him, walked over, sat down next to each other, and then looked up at Miss Guide: "Don't talk nonsense!" Call your store manager out! ”

The shopping guide looked at Mr. Ji, and then at Sun Cong'an, who was standing on the side, hesitated, and said, "Then please wait a moment, I'll call her." ”

Sun Cong'an watched the shopping guide rush to the second floor, and then looked at Mr. Ji.

Mr. Ji is very tall, and he is about 1.85 meters tall, which is a little taller than him. It looks a little dark, with thick eyebrows, single eyelids, narrow eyes, a tall nose, and thin lips, which looks quite serious, even when you laugh, you feel a little cold.

When he looked at Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji also looked at him, his eyes met, and Mr. Ji raised his eyebrows: "Come and sit." ”

Sun Cong'an glanced at the empty sofa beside him, obediently walked over, got out of the way, and sat down.

Mr. Ji didn't speak again, and sat quietly.

The manager of the men's clothing store is a tall and thin young woman with a pair of black and white eyes, and she smiles before saying a word when she sees someone, and her attitude is very respectful.

When she came over with the clerk, she saw Mr. Ji and Sun Cong'an sitting on the sofa at a glance, and hurriedly greeted them with a smile, and said in an intimate tone: "This gentleman, is there something wrong?" ”

Mr. Ji reached out and took the bag from Sun Cong'an's hand and threw it into the store manager's arms: "See for yourself!" ”

The store manager was stunned for a moment, hurriedly opened the bag, and took out the things inside, it was a pair of jeans, she looked carefully, only to find that the position of the thighs was obviously a little faded, she only glanced at it, and then smiled again: "Sir, the fading of these jeans is a normal phenomenon, and it will be fine after washing two waters." ”

Mr. Ji didn't move, and his face sank: "According to what you say!" I bought a pair of pants to go back just to wash them and wear them again? ”

The store manager's little face was swollen red by his two words, and he forced a smile and said, "Sir, what do you want to do?" ”

"Return!"

"But your pants have already been worn, and our products here can only be returned if they do not affect the secondary consumption."

Mr. Ji took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one and smoked it slowly, didn't speak again, just squinted his eyes and stared coldly at the store manager.

Sun Cong'an sat on the side, looking at it coldly, he was a little surprised in his heart, he didn't understand why Mr. Ji, as a dignified hotel boss, had to be a waiter who sold clothes for a pair of pants.

The store manager looked at his posture and frowned in embarrassment: "Or, so be it, sir, I'll call our manager now, if she approves, I'll deal with it for you immediately, can you see it?" ”

The phone was right above the counter and close to the sofa.

Sun Cong'an watched the store manager hold the phone and pressed a set of numbers, put the earpiece next to his ear, and after a while, the phone was connected, and he listened to her tone and said respectfully: "Hey, manager... That's right, a customer came and asked for a return. Yes, yes, because the jeans faded... Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know, yes, yes, I'll explain it to the customer, you can rest assured, okay. ”

The store manager hung up the phone, walked over quickly, and looked at Mr. Ji's expression with a full apology: "I'm sorry, sir, we can't return these pants for you, but you can choose clothes of the same price here to exchange, if you don't like the pants, you can change the top." ”

The cigarette that Mr. Ji pinched on his fingertips shook gently, and the swirling smoke twisted and swirled, slowly rising, and slowly drifting away.

"I said, I'm going to return it."

The store manager looked at Sun Cong'an, who had been sitting on the side without speaking, as if he were asking for help.

Sun Cong'an glanced at her and looked away, he felt some sympathy for the store manager in his heart, but his current identity did not allow him to speak.

The store manager was obviously a little disappointed, and turned his head to continue to look at Mr. Ji: "Sir, to be honest, it is already the best way to deal with the exchange of goods like yours, if you are still not satisfied, what else?" After you finish changing the style, I will give you a VIP card, and you can discount it when you buy clothes in the future, this kind of VIP card can only be enjoyed by high-level VIP in our store, you see this, okay? ”

Mr. Ji put the cigarette in front of his mouth, took a puff, took it in his mouth, and slowly released it, letting the smoke overflow one by one: "I said, I want to return it, don't you understand Chinese?" ”

The store manager is probably really angry, and his tone is obviously a little stiff: "Sir, I have tried my best to help you deal with it, if you are like this, I can't help it, I am just a part-time worker, I will do whatever the leader orders." ”

Mr. Ji raised his eyebrows, and casually handed the cigarette in his hand to Sun Cong'an.

Sun Cong'an stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the cigarette that still had most of the cigarette left, and hesitated whether he should just take it or help extinguish it and throw it away.

The cigarette butt pinched on his fingertips was wet, he frowned, this was all pinched by him, it is estimated that he can't smoke anymore, thinking to himself, he reached out to pinch, and just about to push down, he felt the sofa next to him bounce up gently, followed by a scream.

He raised his head blankly, and saw that Mr. Ji, who was originally sitting on the sofa, jumped up, his slender body stood on the ground very flexibly, and stretched out his hand to push hard against the shelf where the goods were placed on the side, and the shelf shook and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The store manager, who was originally quite calm, and several young and beautiful shopping guide ladies suddenly screamed, standing in place stupidly, with a white face, and looked at Mr. Ji who was standing on the ground in horror.

Sun Cong'an's fingertips loosened, the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, he stood up, looked at Mr. Ji standing leisurely next to the shelf that fell to the ground, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, I slot, this guy is really playing, I want to smash the store!

may be that he has been with Zhang Heng for a long time and has been working with him for two years, or there is such a reflex arc in the nature of men to save beauty, Sun Cong'an saw this scene and reflexively wanted to stop it.

He hesitated for a second or two, and his eyes inadvertently swept to the shining silver watch that was exposed when Mr. Ji stretched his arm, and the strings that had been tense in his heart broke into two with a bang, the big boss of the hotel on Sunday, the most important thing is money.

Sun Cong'an made up his mind and sat back on the sofa. (To be continued.) )