However, when he looked in the mirror, he seemed to realize that the sales assistant was right; it really suited his style.
At this moment, the sales assistant suddenly smiled and said, "Sir, would you like to buy a couple more sets of clothes so you can change them? Wearing patriotic clothes like this will definitely make you look good."
Peng Tian nodded unconsciously.
The main problem is that when I see a sales assistant, I can't help but think about the view through their collar, and it lingers in my mind for a long time.
With an inherent sense of guilt, one naturally believes whatever others say.
Seeing that Peng Tian agreed, the sales assistant was even happier. She didn't expect the person in front of her to be so easy to talk to. If it were an ordinary customer, seeing this price, they would basically only choose to buy one item.
A piece of clothing costs at least 15 yuan, which is equivalent to one-third of an average worker's monthly salary. It's normal for people to be reluctant to spend the money.
Half an hour later.
Peng Tian walked out of the Xtep chain store in a daze, still able to hear the sales assistant's voice behind him: "Thank you for your patronage, welcome to visit again next time."
He turned around and gave a smile.
I bought the clothes, experienced services I'd never had before, and even saw things I shouldn't have seen.
On his way home, Peng Tian could still vaguely recall the scene of the collar.
I only became more sober when I got home.
Seeing the bag in his hand containing two sets of clothes and a pair of leather shoes, which cost him fifty yuan, he finally showed a frustrated and slightly angry expression.
My first thought was that Ye Beiping was actually using women to seduce people into buying clothes.
This is a truly shameful act.
But the clothes cost money, so Peng Tian couldn't just throw them away.
In the end, he could only sigh, grab his clothes, and head to the restroom.
The next day he came out wearing new clothes, red clothes with five stars on them.
Peng Yuhuai paused in his breakfast, his eyes immediately fixed on Peng Tian.
This startled Peng Tian, who had never seen Peng Yuhuai look at him like that before.
"Dad, why...why are you looking at me like that?"
Peng Yuhuai realized what was happening, coughed twice, and asked, "Cough cough, Xiaotian, where did you get these clothes? I've never seen them before."
She noticed that her father's gaze had been fixed on her clothes, and something seemed to flash through her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it.
In the end, Peng Tian could only purse his lips and answer, "I just bought these yesterday. I didn't have any clothes to wear, so I bought two."
Actually, newly bought clothes need to be washed first, but when Peng Tian got up and saw two new clothes, he frowned. He didn't know why, but a voice seemed to appear in his mind: "Put it on, put it on, you will be the most handsome guy in Hangzhou if you put it on."
So I put on the new clothes without washing them.
When Peng's mother came out of the kitchen and saw her son's new clothes, she smiled and said, "Xiao Tian has grown up and can buy his own clothes now. I haven't even thought of buying him any clothes this year."
There was relief, and there was joy.
Peng Yuhuai, however, kept glancing at Peng Tian's clothes while eating breakfast.
When Peng Mei noticed, she frowned and said, "Old Peng, why are you staring at Xiao Tian's clothes?"
These words caught Peng Tian's attention. It was like this when he first left the room, and it's still like this now that he's having breakfast.
Is there something wrong with my clothes?
Looking down, Peng Tian didn't see anything wrong with it; it was quite bright and pleasing to the eye, at least it suited his youthful temperament.
Peng Yuhuai then asked thoughtfully, "Didn't you notice that this garment looks a lot like a flag?"
"It seems..." After looking at it for a long time, Peng's mother suddenly realized, "It really is! It looks just like it."
Now Peng Yuhuai was even more eager to confirm it, so he quickly told Peng Tian to get up and turn around.
It was only after turning around that the couple discovered another line of words on the back: Fashion and patriotism go hand in hand, savor the Chinese style!
Peng Yuhuai's eyes widened in disbelief.
Ordinary people might not have noticed, but who is he?
His position was deputy minister, but his beliefs were for the Party and the country, so he was naturally sensitive to these matters.
Remembering that Peng Tian had bought two pieces of clothing, she quickly said, "Xiao Tian, where's the other piece of clothing you bought? Come and take a look."
Peng Tian frowned, sensing something was wrong, so he immediately took out the clothes.
When I bought the clothes yesterday, I didn't pay attention to all of this. I didn't look at them carefully after I got them, and I can't even read the words on the back.
It wasn't until he handed another piece of clothing to Peng Yuhuai that he noticed a line of text on it: "Inherit the red gene and forge the patriotic spirit."
They are both wearing red clothes, but the words on the back are different.
On the surface, there was nothing wrong with the two outfits, but only Peng Tian knew that the two outfits were different styles. Perhaps only young people could tell that.
"This...this designer is really clever," Peng Yuhuai couldn't help but praise.
Linking clothing to patriotism is definitely a powerful weapon in this era.
Even he, a high-ranking official in Hangzhou, felt an urge to put on some clothes.
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