Xu Ruping's fifty shops were originally managed by a woman named Sister Yao.
She helped choose the sales clerks for each shop.
Xu Ruping had met those people once before, but as time went by, she had long forgotten about those unimportant people.
She's currently embroiled in a lawsuit and dares not show her face in public. She deliberately wore a simple coat, let her hair down, and wrapped a silk scarf around her mouth and nose, making her unrecognizable unless you looked closely.
With her head held high, she entered the Dong'an Wholesale Market and immediately felt the enthusiastic atmosphere of selling goods.
All the popular shops near the entrance belong to Lu Wanqing, and the salespeople inside are constantly hawking their wares through loudspeakers:
"Come take a look around, we have the newest and most complete selection of goods here. You don't even need to go inside to find the most fashionable clothes in Shenzhen. If you find it cheaper elsewhere, you can get a refund. If the clothes aren't fashionable, you can get a refund..."
She was wearing the latest fashions, and she was talking non-stop, using a string of clever phrases to attract customers.
Each stall had two salespeople who were constantly talking and working. As customers kept coming, their hands kept busy, and it was as if clothes were free, being stuffed into black plastic bags.
"Hmph, so what if they occupy a good location at the entrance? What's there to be proud of? I have my own shop, and I can make a fortune just as well."
She swayed her hips as she walked into the market.
Although the shops closer to the entrance were not doing as well as the shops near the entrance, there were still quite a few customers making purchases.
As I approached my shop, I felt quite uneasy.
She acted this way because she was both afraid they would recognize her and afraid they wouldn't.
She imagined herself making a dazzling entrance and receiving a warm welcome, but unexpectedly, the next second, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Just by walking around this area, you can feel its desolation.
There wasn't a single customer in sight, and the sales clerk seemed to be drowsy, as if they'd taken sleeping pills.
She coughed and walked down the central aisle. The shop assistants all turned to look at her, as if they were looking at a sucker.
"Not a single person recognized me?" Xu Ruping didn't know whether to lament their blindness or that she had disguised herself too well.
She approached a shop, pretending to touch and look at things, and said:
Which style of clothing sells best here?
The sales clerk glared at her and said irritably:
"Don't touch it if you're not buying. Why are you asking so many questions? You're not our boss, why should you care whether our clothes sell well or not?"
Xu Ruping was furious. Was this the kind of service they provided?
The sales clerks at the entrance all act like they're gods to customers. They have long faces and speak in a sarcastic tone, no wonder this place is so deserted.
"How can you talk like that? I'm a customer. Shouldn't you be treating me with such hospitality and answering all my questions? Aren't you afraid of getting fired by your boss?" Xu Ruping said shrilly.
"Heh, who do you think you are, daring to threaten me with the boss? So what if you're the boss? Look at these clothes, the styles are old and outdated, it's her own fault for not knowing how to design if they don't sell."
"At worst, I'll just quit. There are plenty of other jobs out there!"
The sales clerk's resentment finally erupted at this moment.
They did work hard to sell their clothes during the last market crackdown, but the styles here were nowhere near as good as those from Lu Wanqing. Eventually, everyone realized that clothes from here didn't sell well, so they stopped coming.
They sometimes deceive unsuspecting self-employed individuals.
Xu Ruping never expected things to turn out this way.
Sister Yao kept saying that the clothes were selling well, and she even asked me to ship the goods regularly.
As for the payment, Sister Yao kept saying that it was stuck with the goods and there was no profit, but this month, she still received 1,000 yuan.
She got angrier and angrier. She paid the sales clerks only fifty yuan a month, which meant she was spending two thousand five hundred yuan a month just on wages.
She invested all the money she earned from the factory here, and this is the result?
"You...you go and call your boss over. I'll show you who I am."
She angrily removed the scarf.
But the sales clerk seemed not to recognize her at all, and even chuckled:
"What a joke! Why should I call you 'boss'? Who you are is none of my business. If you want to buy, buy; if not, get out!"
As soon as the word "get lost" was uttered, Xu Ruping slapped her across the face.
"Open your dog eyes and see who I am! You're the one who should get the hell out of here!"
Her harsh words immediately attracted the attention of the nearby stalls, who all gathered around her with cold faces.
She was secretly pleased with herself, thinking, "They finally recognized me, right? I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget."
The next second, after a command of "Attack!", everyone started punching and kicking her.
In their minds, Sister Yao was their leader, the one who actually paid them money; everyone else was nobody.
Just as Xu Ruping was being beaten and crying for her parents, Zhang Guixiang, who had been following her, fearing that she would faint and be unable to extort money from her, suddenly shouted and rushed out.
"Xu Ruping?" she asked, pointing at Xu Ruping with feigned surprise.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking suspicious, as if they had heard the name somewhere before.
Good heavens, isn't she the owner of all these shops?
Oh dear, they'd stirred up a hornet's nest! Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, afraid that Xu Ruping would see their faces and cause trouble.
The sales clerk, having nowhere to escape, fell to her knees and began to beg for mercy:
"Boss, I really didn't know it was you. Please, don't hold a grudge, just let me go like a fart!"
Xu Ruping, her face bruised and swollen from the beating, was still furious and slapped her across the face again.
"How dare you treat customers like this? Don't you know you're not allowed to hit customers? Go and call Sister Yao over here."
While the sales clerk went to call Sister Yao, Zhang Guixiang quickly stepped forward and greeted her with a smile:
"Mr. Xu, are you alright?"
"I'm fine..." Xu Ruping was filled with gratitude for Zhang Guixiang's call, but she didn't even have time to see what she looked like.
When I looked up, I was stunned.
Why did she come here?
My heart was pounding, and I had no idea what she wanted, so I said somewhat timidly:
What are you doing here?
"Mr. Xu, thanks to my appearance, you were spared physical pain. There's something I'd like to discuss with you. Could you lend me a thousand yuan?"
Zhang Guixiang got straight to the point.
Xu Ruping breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Zhang Guixiang hadn't recognized her.
"Auntie, I'm penniless. We've never met before, so you can't borrow money from me."
Xu Ruping still wants to maintain the identity of Han Dongsheng's daughter and doesn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.
Zhang Guixiang wasn't annoyed; she still had a smiling expression.
"Boss Xu, I know everything about your affair with Factory Director Di. I even have photos of you two!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Ruping's face turned deathly pale...
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