Aunt He smiled and said, "I think..."
"I think they're all great, I'll take them all, can you give me a discount?"
Just as He's mother was about to say that she didn't think it was good, she heard He Wenlin's outrageously extravagant words before she could finish speaking.
Want them all?
Do they really think they're rich?
Mrs. He quickly said, "My daughter was just joking, this dress..."
"Mom, it's rare for us to come out, and you're the boss's mother now, so it's only right that you dress nicely. If I dress nicely, I'll have more face when I go out."
Upon hearing this, Aunt He's mouth stretched from ear to ear.
The waiter smiled even more broadly, knowing that He Wenlin was in charge. He quickly added it up on the calculator and said, "If you want both, it will be 465 yuan in total. Give me 460, and I'll give you two pairs of stockings as a gift."
"No, no, no, we don't need so much. Just one item, one is enough." Mrs. He was happy that her daughter was so generous to her, but that's not how you spend money.
Four hundred and sixty, almost half a month's salary.
"Four hundred, plus two pairs of stockings."
The waiter looked troubled: "Miss, your bargaining is a bit too aggressive..."
Mrs. He: "Really, we don't need so many, especially these two red ones. What would I look like wearing red at my age? I wouldn't wear these two dresses even if I bought them."
He Wenlin: "Then let's remove these two items. Could you please calculate the cost?"
"Removing these two items results in..."
"Let's make it 280 yuan, plus two pairs of stockings. I'll definitely come back to buy from you next time. I'm not just being polite, I'll definitely come back next time."
"It's too expensive. Just buy one, just this one." After trying on so many items, and with such a nice salesperson, it would be impolite not to buy anything. Fearing that He Wenlin might buy too much, He Ma quickly pushed He Wenlin away, ready to pay and leave.
"Mom, it's rare for you to come out."
The waiter, afraid of losing a customer, quickly nodded: "Okay, we'll do it your way. Be sure to come back next time, my name is Xiaofen."
Then quickly pack it up.
He Wenlin quickly paid the money.
He's mother was both happy and heartbroken.
The waitresses across the street who looked down on He Wenlin were surprised to find that He Wenlin actually spent money there.
Shouldn't these migrant workers from other places buy their goods from the night market stalls?
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