Chapter 842: Dispute 3
"I said I didn’t want to buy it, shouldn’t you have said a few nice words to persuade me to buy?" Cheng Xining felt that the female shop owner was looking down on her, "When Shen Mianmian left just now, you said that you would give her a 20% discount next time she comes. When I said the clothes shouldn’t be sold to people like her, you didn’t even respond."
To be so polite to a country bumpkin like Shen Mianmian and yet so indifferent to her, what kind of service attitude was that?
The female shop owner was also getting a little angry, "Miss, me giving her a discount is a matter between her and me, and it has nothing to do with you!"
Selling clothes, she hated dealing with unreasonable customers the most, customers like Shen Mianmian were her favorite kind.
Even though Shen Mianmian only bought two sweaters this time and didn’t buy a coat, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t buy one next time.
Besides, Shen Mianmian had said she wanted to try on the sweaters before trying the down jacket, but she left without trying the down jacket in the end, probably because she ran into them.
That was the reason she had mentioned the discount; she was hoping that once these two left, Shen Mianmian might come back, but she didn’t expect that they would still come and pester her, making trouble without reason. Even if they had money, it wasn’t right to bully people like this.
Shen Mianmian bullied her first, and now even a clothes seller dared to run amok over her?
Cheng Xining exploded, directly pulling down to the ground the down jacket the shop owner had just hung up, "What’s so great about a clothes seller? Do you know who I am? You dare to have such an attitude?"
The shop owner, seeing the clothes fall to the floor, was immediately distressed beyond belief. She didn’t care who Cheng Xining was; this was a down jacket, and each cost quite a bit of money. It was clothing only wealthy people could afford, not even sold in small places. If it got dirty, who would buy it then?
She bent down to pick up the clothes, trying to see if they were dirty, but Cheng Xining stepped right onto the clothes. It seemed she was not yet appeased, and she stomped on the garment a few more times.