The shopping guide saw that Ye Tang was exuding a "poor" outfit, and did not despise her. People who have worked in luxury stores for a long time must have a pair of sharp eyes, many rich people are very low-key nowadays, they don't wear gold and silver, don't make bells and whistles, many people are even more simple and simple than ordinary people, shopping guide services have served a lot of customers wearing slippers and big pants, people come in and pick and choose, and a single has swept away hundreds of thousands.

But there is still a difference between such rich people and real poor people, the difference lies in their aura, the poor do not dare to enter luxury stores casually, and even if they do, their expressions are either too calm, or too arrogant, or they are nervous and careful.

And it makes no difference that the rich come in and follow up the vegetable market.

That's how this girl is.

Her T-shirt was very cheap, and her eighty-seven school pants were ......

But if you look closely, she looks very beautiful, she is the kind of beautiful and refined face, not only her appearance, but also her walking demeanor, confident and calm, and she doesn't look like a student of Eighty-Seven Middle School, it's so strange......

"I want to buy this hat," Ye Tang said to the shopping guide straight to the point, "I want to try it on." ”

"Okay," the shopping guide visually surveyed her head circumference and brought her a medium-sized one.

It was really warm and comfortable. She asked, "How much?" ”

"This is our new model this winter, 5588 yuan."

"Do you want to participate in the mall's 500 discount event?"

"Sorry, we never attend mall events."

Ye Tang nodded lightly, and under the stunned gaze of the shopping guide, he ordered another 56 banknotes and settled the account.

When the shopping guide was packing, Ye Tang said, "You help me cut off the labels - all labels, including brands and washing labels, don't use your packaging bags to pack, just put them here." She opened the bag containing her phone, and there was still plenty of room inside.

"Forehead......" Several shopping guides looked at each other.

"If the label is cut, it can't be returned or exchanged."

Ye Tang said, "If there is no problem with the hat, why should I return it?" ”

Well, the shopping guide fulfilled her request and watched her leave.

"What a conflicting guest," they whispered.

Ye Tang felt that he didn't buy anything, but he almost spent 20,000 yuan! There is only 114 yuan left in his pocket.

She went home and passed by the tattoo parlor at the mouth of the alley.

The flower-armed youth and Cen Yannan were at the door of the tattoo parlor, one squatting on the steps and the other leaning against the wall, both smoking. They saw Ye Tang's figure returning from a distance, and the flower-armed young man said to Cen Yannan with a smile, "Look, Tangtang has bought a lot of things, use the money she used to win cards, right?" Hehe, just got the money and started squandering?! ”

Thanks to Cen Jin's big mouth, Ye Tang's heroic performance at the mahjong table has spread throughout Fuxing Lane. Cen Yannan also knew about Ye Tang's winning, he was not surprised, he saw Ye Tang's illness cured with his own eyes, and Ye Tang felt normal if he did anything else.

The young man with the flower arm is called Zheng Yong, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called: "Brother Yong".

Zheng Yong said, "You play mahjong well, you play with her, which of you can win?" ”

"My mother runs a mahjong room, I can't win money with guests, I don't know the rules! The more I win, the less my mom earns! Cen Yannan said skillfully dusting off his cigarette ash.

"Eh, it's a pity that you're 'smart', if I can play mahjong like you and win money, I'll rent a bigger store to get tattoos, in the place with the most traffic, high-end office buildings, or shopping malls, like Yuchu Department Store, hehehe......"

Zheng Yong YY has his own grand cause.

In fact, Luo Xingchuan was deceived by Zheng Yong, and half of the praise he saw on Dianping was paid by Zheng Yong. In recent years, the competition in the tattoo industry is also fierce, unlike shopping malls to buy clothes and eat in restaurants, and there are repeat customers, most customers only have one or two tattoos, and even if there are, the area of the skin is limited, and they can't be tossed many times.

Now that customers are saturated and there are many similar studios, Zheng Yong's career has fallen into a low ebb, and he can only rely on praise and peer competition. His tattoo studio can have one or two customers come here to get tattoos on weekdays, which is considered a good business, that is, there are more people on weekends, if it weren't for the bungalow of the tattoo parlor is Zheng Yong's father's old house, he would have been unable to make ends meet in this business.

"If I win that much, I'll buy a Ducati," says Cen Yannan, whose dream is to own a speeding motorcycle.

Zheng Yong was puzzled, "Ducati only needs 40,000?" ”

"I buy second-hand, the cheapest one," Cen Yannan sneered, "Besides, can I only win 40,000 yuan?" Playing big, it can reach hundreds of thousands in minutes. ”

"You must not go to that kind of dark place outside and take risks," Zheng Yong took it seriously, "It's not like your mahjong room, it's all about life, it's real gambling, it's a thousand, outsiders will be killed." ”

"I know, isn't this YY? I said casually, the joke is still unacceptable? ”

Zheng Yong laughed, dusted off his cigarette ashes, and before he knew it, he was almost finished smoking a cigarette. "I have a motorcycle, a very old Ducati, a second-hand from ten years ago, and when you are an adult, I will give it to you. The car is always old, the engine is very good, you modify it yourself, spray it with paint, and it is the same as new. ”

It was a bonus, "You're not kidding me, are you?" Why don't you want motorcycles anymore? ”

"Don't question my character, when have I ever lied to someone? I'm an old bone, I don't play with these anymore, I'm afraid that something will happen, it's too exciting, and my little heart can't stand it. ”

Cen Yannan stood up straight and saluted Zheng Yong, "Don't thank you, when I receive your motorcycle, you will be my brother!" ”

Zheng Yong kicked him with a smile, "Hey, white-eyed wolf, I have to receive the motorcycle to be my brother, I have always been so good to you!" ”

The two of them laughed together, and the laughter was particularly obvious in the quiet and dim alley.

Ye Tang heard the laughter, only to see them, she walked over, "Brother Yong, Yannan, good evening." ”

Zheng Yong felt very uncomfortable with the too regular greeting, he muttered in a low voice, "Wen Xuan, like the literary accent in the TV series," he is actually more accustomed to Ye Tang walking in front of him without anyone in his eyes, he used to greet Ye Tang, and she rarely paid attention to it.

Cen Yannan was called "Yannan" by her, and his heart warmed, Ye Tang had never called him like this before, either when he didn't exist, or because he was called "Cen Yannan" with his surname. He felt her pronounce his name in a clear, languid voice.