"What?! This skirt costs three million?! ”

Jiang Chacha just inquired about the price, and instantly fell below the three views.

The clerk across from her smiled, "Yes, miss, this is the most satisfying work of the Addison designer, otherwise it wouldn't be displayed in the most conspicuous position in the window." ”

Jiang Chacha's hand holding the hem of her skirt was trembling.

Although she is poor, she has a very good eye, and she can choose the most expensive town store skirt in the store at a glance......

Help, I really want to die directly.

The haute couture skirt and the whole set of jewelry required by the system add up to two million dollars.

Damn, but this skirt costs three million!!

It's a money grab!!

[Therefore, the requirements of the system are already very humane~ In view of your actual situation, the system only asks for a head price of two million. 】

[Normally, the skirts of rich daughters are much higher than this price, and two million is still less. 】

[Moreover, this haute couture skirt is only three million, and this price is actually not very high in haute couture. 】

"......" No wonder she is a turtle and a dog, she is really a soil!

This rich man's world always gives her a dimensionality reduction blow.

Jiang Chacha looked at herself in the mirror, hesitated for a long time, and asked cheekily: "That ......"

"Is it possible to get a discount?"

The clerk thought she had misheard, and after confirming that she was not hallucinating, she fell silent for a moment.

How can a store like them be discounted! Do you think this is a big sale in the mall?

She smiled politely: "Miss, I'm sorry...... We do not accept discounts here. ”

Jiang Chacha hesitated, and then asked, "Then ......"

The clerk politely leaned her head over again.

"Do you have cheaper dresses in your store, under two million, or one million or so?" Ginger Cha Cha blinked, madly suggested.

Miss Clerk: ......

Jiang Chacha gestured embarrassedly again, and smiled shyly, "I've been a little tight lately." ”

Miss Clerk: ......

If it weren't for the clothes that Jiang Chacha came in just now, carrying a brand-name bag and stepping on high-end shoes, she would really think that she was the same as the kind of customer who has no money and has to pack a big amount of money to come in and take a look.

She hasn't encountered that yet.

The clerk's young lady's face became strange and complicated for a while, but her years of sales experience made her quickly return to her normal and peaceful service attitude, she smiled, "Yes, Miss Jiang, if you don't like this, we still have a price you are satisfied with." ”

Jiang Chacha looked grateful, and was about to go over with her.

Seeing that Huaizhi had long since extinguished the smoke, he pushed open the glass door and walked in gracefully.

He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror and glanced at her inexplicably.

Jiang Chacha felt that the way he looked at her was strange.

But I can't say it.

His eyes twinked for only a moment before he looked away, and he pushed down his glasses and smiled.

"That's it?"

He turned his head to look at the clerk and said gentlemanly: "Check out now, please pack it." ”

The clerk who originally wanted to bring Jiang Chacha over to pick up the skirt was stunned, "Huh? ”

Jiang Cha Cha really wanted to pit him, who told him to always target her gloomily.

But these three million, not to mention that she can't do it, she also feels sorry for the money.

She also didn't know what kind of concept a wealthy young master like him usually spends money.

So, she secretly pulled the corner of his clothes and said seriously: "This skirt is three million." ”

"I'll look at other ......"

Wen Huaizhi quickly interrupted her.

He looked down at the watch in his hand nobly, his face was smiling, but there was not much of a smile, his voice was gentle and a little cold, "Vice President, I'm busy." ”

"Please don't waste any more of my time, okay, huh?"

The last sound seemed to come out of his throat, and he couldn't say it.

In this way, the original skirt of three million, Wen Da Young Master blinked, and casually swiped the card.

Sitting on the Rolls-Royce, Jiang Chacha looked at the carefully bandaged gift box in his arms, and he was still in a trance.

Three million, just smashed on her like this??