Chapter 43: Having Perspective
I have to say that Wen Miao's decision was correct. The three people next door had a great meal with the meat buns, lean meat porridge and his kimchi.
The next morning, after Wen Shuzhou left, Wen Miao also drove out.
Before leaving, Wen Miao specifically told Wen Qingzhou that he and Ran Yu would have to prepare lunch by themselves.
...The city is as prosperous as ever, with people coming and going. It seems fresh at first, but after a while, people get antsy. It is still more comfortable to live in the suburbs.
After buying some things, Wen Miao drove aimlessly around the city, and it was already noon.
After finding a restaurant with a good signboard, Wen Miao walked towards the restaurant after parking the car. However, at the door, the receptionist stopped her with his arm outstretched.
"This is..."
"Excuse me, sir. This is a high-end restaurant. The guests who are allowed to enter are elites from various industries who wear suits. Your clothes..." said the receptionist with a somewhat disgusted tone.
"My clothes..." may be a little cheap, but I have money!
Wen Miao looked down at his outfit and frowned slightly. Is society so inward-looking? Do you need to wear a suit to eat?
To be honest, Wen Miao was really short of money before, and he had experienced the days of spending every penny. After he became rich, he pursued a comfortable life and comfortable clothes. He really didn't pay much attention to the price of clothes. As for suits? He felt that they were a bit stereotyped and he didn't like them. What's more, he worked behind the scenes and didn't need to interact with others, so he didn't buy one.
"I suggest you go somewhere else for clothes like this!" the receptionist said directly.
"..." Wen Miao looked down on people and said nothing more. He turned around and looked around. There happened to be a high-end men's clothing store opposite, so he walked straight over.
"Tsk, you poor bastard, why are you pretending? A suit there costs at least five thousand. Not everyone who walks in can afford it." Yingbin saw Wen Miao's intention and said sarcastically.
Little did he know that he would soon be slapped in the face.
"Hello, sir. What style of suit would you like?" As soon as Wen Miao entered the store, the clerk greeted him with great tact, which formed a sharp contrast with the restaurant opposite.
"The people in your store are quite hospitable." Wen Miao said with a raised lip corner.
"Customers are God. This is our service tenet." The clerk said with a smile.
"Well, let's put it this way. You help me pick out a set that suits my temperament. If I pick a good one, I'll buy it." Wen Miao said with a moving look in his eyes.
"Okay." The clerk agreed readily.
After looking at Wen Miao's figure, the clerk quickly took a suit from the shelf.
"You go and try it."
"good."
Based on the instinct of trust, Wen Miao took the clothes to the fitting room to change.
Sure enough, the clerk had good taste. When Wen Miao wore this royal blue suit, it made his 1.82-meter-tall body look straight and slender, and made his already handsome face even more handsome.
"It looks very nice. Let's go with this set. I'll buy it." Wen Miao said loudly.
"Okay, as long as you are satisfied, how about this, I will give you a 10% discount on this suit, 8,800 yuan, how about it?" asked the clerk.
"Okay, pack up the clothes I'm wearing. I'll wear this one directly when I go out." Wen Miao used his mobile phone to scan the Alipay account at the counter.