Chapter 43 The Third Master Makes an Exception

After saying that, he reached out to take the clothes from Fu Jiu's hand. Of course, Fu Jiu refused to give it to him. People live to make a living, let alone in front of the Xu family.

So when the two of them were pulling each other, they heard a "rip" sound, and the dress was torn into two pieces.

Fu Jiu was a little overwhelmed, and her heart skipped a beat.

The salesperson, not expecting this to happen, looked flustered and threw the dress to Fu Jiu. "Miss, you've torn it. Please buy it at the original price."

Fu Jiu was of course unhappy. She sneered, "I bought it at the original price. What's it got to do with me if you ruined it?"

Xu Ya smiled and said, "I don't want the dress anymore because it's damaged, and I won't be coming to your store again." After that, she walked away gracefully in her high heels. She had never thought of buying the dress. Even though she was the daughter of the Xu family, she couldn't afford it. She had only said that to humiliate Fu Jiu.

Now, even God is helping her.

Fu Jiu, let me see what you're going to do now?

The salesperson, who had never encountered such a situation before, blamed all the mistakes on Fu Jiu. "Miss, this dress is worth 1.08 million. Please buy it at the original price. Otherwise, I will ask our manager to come over."

1.08 million.

Why doesn't she just go and rob it? Besides, what does this have to do with her? She really thinks she's being taken advantage of.

When Song Shuran came out of the restroom, she heard what the clerk said, so she walked up and started asking questions. Fu Jiu told her the whole story.

Song Shuran was also impatient and flew into a rage on the spot: "Why don't you just rob it? It's 1.08 million. You broke it yourself. What does it have to do with us?" Then she pulled Fu Jiu away and said, "Brother Jiu, let's go. We won't come to this kind of shady shop next time."

The salesperson grabbed Fu Jiu's hand and said, "You can't leave. If you want to leave, pay the bill."

"We won't give it to you, so why are you forcing us to buy or sell?"

Fu Jiu angrily shook her hand off. She hadn't expected the sales assistant to be so fragile that she fell to the ground with just a slight tumble.

So when the other sales assistants saw this, they quickly called the store manager to come and deal with it. When the manager arrived and understood the situation, he kept a professional smile on his face and said, "Miss, you damaged the clothes. You need to compensate me at the original price."

Fu Jiu denied it, "I didn't. She tore it apart herself."

Several shopping guides gathered around, helped their colleague up, and said indignantly, "Manager, it was this lady who caused trouble. Not only did she drive away our VIP customer, but she also tore the dress she ordered. We all saw it."

Fu Jiu looked at these people in disbelief: "You...you are talking nonsense."

Even if Song Shuran wanted to help, she couldn't in the current situation. So she whispered to Fu Jiu, "Brother Jiu, why don't we just buy it?"

Fu Jiu's expression changed slightly, and she whispered in Song Shuran's ear, "I want to, too, but I don't have enough money on my card."

"So what should we do now? It seems like we can't leave if we don't buy it."

Fu Jiu thought of Gu Sihan. Although she didn't want to trouble him anymore, she had to let him know about the current situation.

"Forget it, I'll call Gu Sihan."

When Song Shuran heard this, her eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "Yes, your husband is the richest man in South City. How could you forget him?"

Fu Jiu took out her phone and called Gu Sihan, but she didn't expect him to hang up directly.

Fu Jiu looked at the hung-up call and felt sad.

Damn it, can you answer the phone at this time?

She called several times without giving up, and finally, the call was connected.

Immediately, Gu Sihan's somewhat impatient voice came from the phone: "What's the matter?"

Fu Jiu listened to Gu Sihan's voice and for some reason her nose suddenly felt a little sore. She realized that the only person she could find now was Gu Sihan.

She sniffed: "Third Master..."

Gu Sihan heard something wrong in her tone, so he said, "What happened?"

"Third Master, I'm in trouble."

Gu Sihan was sitting at the conference table, with the company's senior executives sitting on both sides. When they saw Gu Sihan answering the phone, they were like discovering a new world. This was the first time they had seen such a situation.

I don’t know who was on the phone, but he actually made the famous Third Master make an exception.

Gu Sihan leaned back on the chair and said calmly, "What? Fighting again?"

"It's not a fight."

"So what's wrong?"

"I'm shopping in Yintai City right now, and I saw a dress I liked."

"Then what?"

Fu Jiu recounted the entire incident to Gu Sihan, who chuckled softly, "Fu Jiu, you're quite capable."

"Third Master. They were the ones who looked down on me first. After all, I'm your wife. If they look down on me, they're looking down on you, aren't they?"

Gu Sihan smiled: "You are quite aware."

"Third Master, can you lend me some money?"

"Wait there." After saying that, she hung up the phone. Song Shuran saw Fu Jiu hang up the phone and hurried over to ask, "How's it going? Did you pay?"

Fu Jiu shook her head: "No."

Song Shuran couldn't believe it: "Gu Sihan is so stingy? He won't even give you 1 million? What should we do now?"

"He told me to wait here."

Hearing this, Song Shuran breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good, we'll wait here."

At this time, the store manager came over. She finally realized that these two people were just poor bastards, so there was no need for her to be nice to them.

The manager said with disdain: "If you can't afford it, don't come and see how you lose money now."

Song Shuran knew that Gu Sihan was coming, and she immediately felt confident. She said, "Don't be so contemptuous. Who said we can't afford it?"

"Okay, I'm too lazy to tell you, just pay me back."

"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm telling you, you're screwed. Do you know who my friend is?"

The store manager was dismissive: "I don't care who you are. Nowadays, people don't even know their own weight."

"I'll pay you, but you have to apologize to me. With your attitude, you don't deserve to be in the service industry."

The store manager sneered: "Well, why don't you give me money? You can't even say a word, and you're still pretending to be rich."

"You..." From childhood to adulthood, Fu Jiu had never suffered such an insult. Although life was tight as a child, she never wanted to be looked down upon like this.

"What do you mean by 'I'? Look at yourself. You're wearing cheap clothes and you dare to go shopping in a luxury store."

As soon as he finished speaking, several colleagues laughed out loud.

The store manager turned around and looked at his colleagues, saying sternly, "Hey, what did we teach you? Your eyesight is so poor, and you let anyone in to try on clothes. This lowers the quality of our brand. How will those rich ladies and wives still come?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the luxury store was pushed open with force, making a creaking sound, and then several men in black suits walked in.