"And... we can't skimp on our commission from selling clothes, I sold 43 pieces today."
One of the older women spoke in a very casual manner, and while she was talking, she also gave Chen Dong a flirtatious wink.
Seeing this, Chen Dong was also somewhat amused and exasperated.
After all, the cultures are different. Compared to the reserved Chinese, the women of the "fighting nation" are much more passionate and outgoing.
"Please rest assured, everyone, whether it's your wages or commission, you will not be short by a single kopek."
These words were spoken.
Two lively and cheerful girls jumped up excitedly, chattering incessantly with words of praise.
"Long live the boss!"
"Boss, we love you!"
"......"
Chen Dong smiled as he accepted their compliments while admiring Yulia.
Beautiful things always make people want to look at them a few more times.
"Tomorrow morning, everyone can just come directly to the Chelsea Free Trade Market; there's no need to meet at the hotel."
"Yes, boss!"
"Boss, you'd better bring enough goods, otherwise we'll run out before we even sell them."
Chen Dong was amused by this and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'll bring enough goods!"
"Auntie," Sim said, walking over from his stall after the girls left.
"Chen, I apologize for my inappropriate words yesterday and hope to receive your forgiveness!"
"Sim, my friend, what did you say yesterday? I don't remember it at all."
This was originally just a way to save face; any Chinese person would have simply let it go.
But for the straightforward Sim, this hurdle is truly insurmountable.
He believed Chen Dong had forgotten what happened yesterday and reminded him.
"I shouldn't have said that all the goods you sell are substandard products."
"Just now, I went to your stall to check out your goods, Chen. Your goods are these!"
Sim gave a thumbs-up, waved it in front of Chen Dong, and then said.
Actually, what I said yesterday wasn't directed at you!
"I lost everything because of fake leather, and my father died because of fake alcohol, so I..."
Before Sim could finish speaking, Chen Dong patted him on the shoulder and interjected.
"Sim, I feel very sorry and sorry for what happened to you."
"I think the same as you, these guys who make shoddy products should all go to hell."
"They will never be forgiven, for all eternity..."
At this point, Chen Dong couldn't help but recall the tragic incidents that followed in later generations.
A test taker's score was invalidated because he bought a fake 2B pencil and his answer sheet could not be read.
Another parent bought counterfeit milk powder, which led to their baby being poisoned and eventually dying.
Those unscrupulous businessmen will stop at nothing for money.
A chicken with eight pairs of wings, fermented stinky tofu in its droppings, rotten and moldy spicy strips...
If you hadn't seen these pictures with your own eyes, who would believe that in peacetime, someone could be so inhumane?
......
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