"Um... how about I give you five percent of the actual transaction price...?" The cashier looked at Wang Yao nervously.
“Okay, no problem.” Wang Yao readily agreed.
"Isn't that too little?" Qinghe, who had been silent until now, suddenly said.
“Not bad, that’s good.” Wang Yao glanced at Qinghe, signaling her to keep quiet.
The manufacturer's concierge discount can't be taken into account. Forty-eight percent of the discount is given to foreign guests, but the kickback is only 5% of the actual transaction price. It's indeed very little, but you have to think about it: people come for the cheap price, right? If the discount is too small, why would they come to you? Besides, even the cashier has to make a profit, right?
Wang Yao knew that one cannot become fat in one bite. He still had places to spend money later, so he hoped that the cashier would introduce more friends to buy clothes. Therefore, he had to make small profits but quick turnover.
"Okay, please wait a moment..." The cashier rat beamed and made a series of calls. In no time, a large group of rats rushed into the store. Those who couldn't come also transferred money to the cashier rat over the phone.
Wang Yao and his companion stayed by the cashier. For every set of clothes sold, they would collect a few bills and put them in an envelope. Once the store was quiet again, the cashier would meticulously calculate the kickbacks for each transaction on his phone with Wang Yao.
In the end, Wang Yao suddenly realized that not only did they not spend any money to buy the clothes, they actually got a few extra bills with them.
The two left the chameleon store in high spirits, and then went to a high-end shoe store. Since they had bought clothes, they should at least get a pair of shoes to match, right? After buying the clothes, Wang Yao naturally became a charity discount ambassador again, and as a result, his envelope swelled up even more.
Although they only visited two stores, it was already dark by the time Wang Yao was appointed as a charity discount ambassador. Qinghe was attracted by the colorful signboard of a restaurant on the street, so the two of them went in and ordered a large table of dishes, carefully tasting the Shu ethnic cuisine.
Unexpectedly, the bill caused a sensation throughout the restaurant. One by one, diners came to Wang Yao to help pay the bill. As a result, after the meal, Wang Yao was completely full, and there were still a lot of banknotes left outside. He stuffed them all over his body in a mess.
The two were overjoyed. Qinghe insisted on buying Wang Yao a set of clothes as well. Wang Yao thought to himself, "Why not buy it? It's an obvious opportunity to make money, I can't let it go to waste!"
So Wang Yao also bought a set of clothes and a pair of leather shoes. Then he bought Qinghe a set of jewelry and a bag. As it got late and the shops on the street were closing one after another, Qinghe regretted not buying more from Chameleon. She really liked a few of the clothes.
“Sure, but I’m afraid I won’t make any money from chameleons this time,” Wang Yao agreed, then smiled at Qinghe.
“Yeah, it seems like all the cashier’s friends have gotten discounts.” Qinghe stopped abruptly, hesitating in the evening breeze. “Then forget it, I won’t make any money buying clothes, I’m not going.”
"Buy it! If you like it, we'll buy it! We can always make money!" Wang Yao patted his chest. Qinghe had gone a bit astray, and he had to bring her back to the right path. Otherwise, once she left the Shu clan, he was afraid that this little girl would never be willing to spend money on things again.
Moreover, he now has way too much money on him. Not to mention envelopes, even the gaps in his pockets and shopping bags are stuffed full. Wang Yao never knew that money could take up so much space.
Why leave so much money to those stingy women of the Yi clan instead of spending it?
So the two of them went back to Chameleon and bought two more sets of Qinghe's favorite clothes before the store closed. Wang Yao also bought two sets and put them into his Qiankun.
"Thank you..." The two walked out of the chameleon specialty store with light steps. Baiwei Street had become deserted, with only the neon lights flashing desperately all around. Qinghe suddenly whispered her thanks to Wang Yao.
"Why are you being so polite? This is money we both earned, not just mine alone." Wang Yao was a little confused.
"No... thank you... for accompanying me shopping..." Qinghe suddenly looked at Wang Yao, her eyes sparkling in the night.
Wang Yao suddenly realized that this young girl had been living in a rationed area like the Liang tribe for many years, so she probably rarely had such shopping experiences. For a young girl like Qinghe, life in the Liang tribe was indeed a bit too monotonous.
Looking at Qinghe's pretty face, he felt a pang of pity for no reason.
"No need to thank me, I'll accompany you to the human realm, the underworld, and shopping malls in all realms, we'll go shopping, shopping, shopping!" Wang Yao patted Qinghe on the shoulder and laughed.
"Great! Let's go shopping!" Qinghe exclaimed with a smile.
Wang Yao noticed that it was getting late. If he went to the address given by the Yi tribe warrior at this time, the address would probably be closed by then. So he decided to go the next morning. After all, it wouldn't be good to meet the Shu tribe chief too early, so he could take care of some things first.
Many buses had already stopped running at night, and the two, now wealthy and powerful, were too lazy to look for night buses. They simply hailed a private taxi on the roadside and rushed back to the haunted villa near the embassy district.
Halfway through the journey, Wang Yao couldn't resist and gently patted the private taxi driver on the shoulder.
"We're foreign guests, could we get a discount or something?" Wang Yao asked with a low laugh.
The taxi suddenly veered to the side, and the driver, a rat, shuddered. But he quickly steadied the car, glanced at the two people in the back seat with a sidelong glance, and began to grumble.
“Sir, I’m just a worker. To be honest, the clan does give subsidies for foreign guests taking taxis, but that’s for fuel costs. I only earn twenty yuan a ride for you two. If I give you two a free ride, the car owner will only lose some depreciation money, but I’ll lose all my wages for this trip.”
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