The name "Guomao Building" sounds very high-end.

After Zou Wenjuan finished singing, Zheng Baohua went up to her, took her hand, and hurriedly said: Come with me.

Suddenly, I saw four more furry kids and paused for a moment.

Releasing Zou Wenjuan's hand, he went up to the four children and said, "Don't your families all work in the song and dance troupe? Now hurry back and find your performance costumes. Find the brightest and most eye-catching ones. You must be back here by noon to leave with the orchestra. When you get back, pack up your instruments so it will be easier to leave."

After giving his instructions, he grabbed Zou Wenjuan's hand again and quickly walked out.

"Why are you pulling me in such a hurry?" Zou Wenjuan said, shaking off Xing Baohua's hand as she went outside the door.

"I'll buy you a costume for the performance tonight!" Xing Baohua said.

"I feel great in this outfit," Zou Wenjuan said, looking at her white and yellow checkered dress.

“This is a big stage! Not some small stage where you can just do whatever you want. I found out too late. If I had known earlier that you could perform, I would have prepared for you much sooner.” Xing Baohua said as he started the engine, helping Zou Wenjuan into the passenger seat.

Go to Beiyuan Street; it's a bit far. But Xing Baohua knows that place. When he first came to the provincial capital, he was looking for accommodation near Daming Lake, and someone mentioned it.

Heading north from there, across the Three-Arch Bridge, you'll reach Beiyuan Street, where there are plenty of places to stay.

Therefore, Xing Baohua's first destination was Daming Lake, a place he knew very well.

The more iconic a building is, the easier it is to find.

Upon arriving at the location, Xing Baohua remarked that this era is truly wonderful, at least parking is easy. There were only three cars parked in front of the entire building.

The rest of the place was filled with bicycles, and there were several people looking at them.

Xing Baohua was anxious! Without paying attention to anything else, she grabbed Zou Wenjuan's hand and hurried into the building.

Zou Wenjuan was held tightly in a large hand, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried. She could only helplessly follow Xing Baohua, her face longing, as they toured the place.

Since there were no clothes for sale on the first floor, I went to the second floor.

There were quite a few clothes on the second floor, but unfortunately they were all common and not the kind of performance costumes that Xing Baohua was looking for.

Just as I was thinking that I had made a wasted trip, I caught a glimpse of a set of black clothes out of the corner of my eye.

He turned his head and his eyes lit up, then he smiled.

Holding Zou Wenjuan's hand, looking at the clothes on the mannequin, he smiled and said to Zou Wenjuan, "This outfit is very unique!"

"Are you out of your mind?! How can you wear such ugly clothes? I'm definitely not wearing them." Zou Wenjuan took the opportunity to break free from Xing Baohua's large hand and rubbed her hand with her other hand. It must have hurt from being gripped too tightly.

“How is it ugly? This outfit is so unique! If you sang that English song and wore this on stage, wow, you would be absolutely stunning.” Xing Baohua said, reaching out to touch it to feel its texture.

"Hey! Hey! Comrade, don't touch it if you're not buying." A sales clerk saw Xing Baohua reaching out to touch the clothes and quickly walked over, shouting loudly.

Xing Baohua, who was in a good mood, was instantly ruined by this remark.

What kind of service is this?!

"I was just touching the material. Aren't you putting it here to sell? If you don't want to sell it, just put it away!" Xing Baohua snapped at the salesperson who walked over.

"Don't you even look at the price? If you touch it and break it, will you pay for it? If you touch it and don't buy it, who will buy it if it gets dirty?" the saleswoman retorted to Xing Baohua.

In a war of words, Xing Baohua is no match for them.

Let's look at the price first, 1240? Check carefully to make sure you didn't miss the decimal point.

I looked around but couldn't find a decimal point. If it were 124 yuan, I'd just buy it without hesitation, but it's 1240 yuan! That's a bit of a pain.

A pure black leather jacket and pants, and they're women's style.

Looking at the sign, it says that Italian lambskin is used for making lambskin.

A genuine imported leather jacket. To be honest, the price isn't that expensive. But for ordinary people, it's astronomical.

Xing Baohua had money and could afford to spend it; he brought more than 10,000 yuan in cash with him when he came.

Wearing a leather outfit just for a performance? It doesn't seem worth it.

"Are there any domestically produced ones?"

"No, where is this? It's the China World Trade Center! It's all imported goods! If you want domestic products, go to the People's Department Store!" the saleswoman said sarcastically.

Zou Wenjuan tugged at Xing Baohua's arm and said softly, "Never mind, besides, I don't really like it either."

Actually, Xing Baohua really likes this leather jacket! When you're playing rock and roll, it's either jeans or a leather jacket.

Wearing leather pants with a denim jacket, and adding some rips or distressed details makes it even more stylish.

It will get cold in a few days, and a leather jacket will keep you warm.

After a slight hesitation, the salesperson said, "If you don't want to buy, just blink and don't block the way?"

Xing Baohua's anger flared up, and he pointed at the saleswoman, saying, "If you weren't a woman, I would have slapped you already. Go and call your manager over here. Don't treat everyone like they're poor."

After saying that, he immediately took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and weighed them in his hand.

The saleswoman wanted to argue with Xing Baohua, but seeing the money, she swallowed back what she wanted to say and said, "If you wanted to buy it, just say so! Stop dawdling, I'll go give you a receipt."

"Screw your receipt! Call your manager over here!"

Xing Baohua shouted angrily, his voice so loud that it attracted a lot of onlookers.

Seeing that the sales clerk didn't move, Xing Baohua looked at the crowd gathering around and said loudly, "I'm paying for this outfit, and they won't even let me touch it, saying if I can't afford it, I can leave. Is this the kind of service you're talking about?"

Then Xing Baohua pointed at the saleswoman and said, "What are you yelling for! Is it so hard to ask your officials to come over? You won't? Believe me or not, I'll have my friends from the newspaper and TV station come over and report on your service attitude."

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