"Pah, what a piece of trash. He looks all respectable, but he can't do anything right. What a waste of such a good face."

Zhao Lanxi got angry too, and pulled Song Qianqian away.

Just like Song Qianqian said, with so many clothing stores in this department store, how could she be afraid of not being able to sell her clothes?

This fat woman's decision not to cooperate with them is her own loss; she'll have her day.

"Cousin, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry over this. When all the women's clothing sellers in this department store cooperate with us, and she can't sell her clothes, she'll know to come begging to us."

Song Qianqian was very considerate in coaxing Zhao Lanxi.

Zhao Lanxi nodded; Song Qianqian had really hit the nail on the head this time.

Seeing that Song Qianqian and Zhao Lanxi had gone to another women's clothing counter, Sister Zhao immediately asked her colleague at the next counter to watch the counter and ran to the manager's office.

The manager said in a meeting that if those two women come to sell clothes, he must know.

Moreover, the manager had already declared that no women's clothing counters in the department store were allowed to cooperate with these two women.

The department store manager, surnamed Song, was in his forties. He was not tall and was somewhat thin. He was holding two walnuts in his hand, and his beard was clean-shaven. His not-so-large eyes had a subtle glint in them, making him seem very shrewd.

Manager Song smiled upon hearing Sister Zhao's words.

"I understand. Go back to your work. These two dare to steal business from our department store. Now they want to cooperate with us? They're dreaming."

Do you really think he can make money from anything?