In truth, the saleswoman sized people up. The Madman had an extraordinary presence and spent lavishly—he was clearly no ordinary person, so she didn't dare put on airs around him. She only acted high and mighty in front of powerless, common folk.
"We'll take all of these. And bring out a few pairs of pretty shoes."
Will wanted to haggle, but the Madman cut in first, shooting him a disdainful look. 'So petty. What's the point of haggling over a piddling hundred-yuan transaction? It's just embarrassing.'
"Right away, sir! Please wait just a moment!"
The saleswoman was overjoyed and brought out several more pairs of beautiful leather shoes. Their styles were all quite similar. Tang Xiao Nan only liked one pair: white kidskin shoes with a strap. They were especially comfortable and would be easy to match with her clothes. She didn't care for any of the others.
"You don't want these?" the Madman asked, pointing to the other leather shoes.
