When the other employees of the designer clothing store saw their colleague being bullied, they immediately rushed out and shouted angrily at the man who had assaulted her: "What do you think you're doing? Let go right now!"

Lin Congzhi's lips curled slightly, remaining calm and composed: "When she wanted to hit these two women, why didn't you make a move?"

"She's protecting the rights of our store," the designer clothing store employee replied matter-of-factly.

"Does protecting the store's rights give you the right to assault people? You're completely lawless! Should I call the police? Or should I contact a reporter to expose your misconduct?"

Lin Congzhi sneered, his massive body standing before the group of people exuding an aura of invincibility.

"you……"

The sales clerk at the designer clothing store was speechless after being confronted.

This colleague was indeed a bit agitated.

If the boss finds out, or if the incident escalates, this colleague will definitely have to pack his bags and leave.

They must admit their mistake, but they must also seek retribution: "It was indeed wrong of us to hit them, but these two women ruined our clothes, were rude, and made false accusations. Who can tolerate that?"

"That's beside the point. I just want you, my colleague, to apologize to these two women, especially to the woman who was terrified by her."

When he said the second half of the sentence, Lin Congzhi looked at Yaoyao with deep affection, his eyes crackling with electricity, as if he had something on his mind.

Staring at her with a smile by the man who made the move, Yao Yao's heart fluttered instantly, and she was unable to think or speak.

Jiang Yimei's face was frosty as she wanted to angrily rebuke Lin Congzhi, this wicked man full of schemes and lust.

But since Lin Congzhi is arguing on their behalf, it's best not to disturb him.

"An apology is acceptable, but only if the two women pay compensation or buy the dress."

The brand-name clothing store remained firm, showing no sign of being attracted or intimidated by Lin Congzhi's appearance or imposing manner.

Lin Congzhi asked the saleswoman, who was already completely flustered, to show him the clothes in her hand.

But after calling twice, the saleswoman, whose mind was elsewhere, didn't respond, so the other employees had to take action.

An employee at the designer clothing store nudged her colleague, who was completely mesmerized: "Ah Cui, what are you daydreaming about? Is he really that good-looking?"

The saleswoman named Acui really wanted to answer, "It really is that beautiful."

But she dared not act rashly at this moment, and quickly came to her senses, handing the dress in her hand to Lin Congzhi.

Lin Congzhi took the clothes, looked at them, tried the zipper, and touched them. He then smiled confidently.

“This piece of clothing of yours was made in China, shipped out, labeled with a trademark, and then shipped back to be called a work of a famous foreign brand or a designer.”

"Even if it's genuine, it would only cost around a thousand overseas. Even with tariffs, the price would only increase by eight percent. It shouldn't be that high, right?"

The sales staff at the designer clothing store were dumbfounded, realizing they had met their match.

The other party was not only eloquent but also very knowledgeable. They were even very clear about trade matters and could calculate tariffs with great precision, which was unbelievable.

They're an open business, and all their goods are officially authorized genuine products, so they're not afraid of Lin Congzhi's verification: "Even if it's a thousand or a few hundred, they'll still have to lose money!"

Lin Congzhi smiled slightly, his smile radiant and composed.