The store manager was slightly taken aback. Her years of experience with makeup told her that the woman holding the phone was clearly older than she was. But her professional training kicked in, and she gave the streamer a faint smile. After noticing the viewer count on the streamer's phone screen was already in the high thousands, she nodded. Answering a few questions was no problem; it could even be some free advertising for her store. So, she said:
"Heh, hello, miss. As long as it's not an inappropriate question, I don't mind."
Little Cutie was very satisfied with this answer, and her smile grew even brighter at being addressed as "miss." "Hee hee, it's just a simple little interview. I definitely won't ask anything I'm not supposed to. So, miss, that young man from just now ordered some bedding from here. Could you tell me which style he ordered? Don't get me wrong, I'm just asking about the style. It has nothing to do with personal privacy."
Little Cutie was clever. She hadn't asked *if* Fang Chenyi had placed an order, but rather *what style* he had ordered. This way, if he really had bought something, the saleswoman would likely refuse to answer on the grounds of customer privacy. But if he hadn't bought anything, she would surely just say he hadn't placed an order.
The viewers in the chat saw right through Little Cutie's cleverness, but they didn't care about that. All they wanted to know was whether the scrap-collecting guy had actually spent money at this famous bedding store.
Sure enough, the store manager frowned slightly upon hearing Little Cutie's question. The viewers watching through the stream had a sudden realization. 'Look at her expression! He obviously didn't buy anything. See? I told you so. How could a scrap collector afford anything from "How's the Needle Fabric?"'
However, before the viewers could spam the chat, the store manager paused to think for a moment, then shook her head. What she said next almost made the entire stream's jaws drop. "I'm sorry, miss, but that's a difficult question to answer. Mr. Fang just ordered so much. I can't possibly list every single style he purchased. To put it simply, Mr. Fang bought pretty much one of every new item in our store."
With that, the store manager gave Little Cutie another polite smile and a nod. "Now, if you have any other questions, you can go inside and speak with one of our employees. I have other matters to attend to, so if you'll excuse me."
The chat room fell completely silent. After several seconds, a single comment abruptly appeared:
'Bros, did any of you notice? While I was admiring that beauty's ( . Y . ), I think I saw her name tag... it said 'Store Manager'...'
'HOLY SHIT, the guy above me is a man of culture! But I think your description is wrong, she's clearly a ( . 人 . ), okay?!'
'AWESOME! Do all rich people play games like this now? Has scrap collecting become the new hobby for tycoons?'
...For a moment, the chat exploded with all kinds of comments, but 99.9% of them were about the scrap-collecting guy. Many people were even starting to rummage through their closets at home, looking for woven plastic bags. They had only one goal: to join the great army of scrap collectors and get rich as soon as possible...
Fang Chenyi led Bai Menghan out of the bedding store, then took out his phone to check the time. It was 12:30, so there was still a good while before 2:00. They decided to get lunch first. Fang Chenyi had originally planned to treat Bai Menghan to a meal at the fancy Western restaurant downstairs, but she refused. In the end, at Bai Menghan's insistence, they went straight to the food court on the top floor, ordered two large handfuls of spicy skewers, and began eating as they walked.
Watching Bai Menghan munch on skewers as she walked, Fang Chenyi found himself staring, completely captivated by the sight.
"What are you looking at? What is it? Do I have something on my face?"
Bai Menghan asked in confusion as she casually stuck an empty bamboo skewer back into the large paper cup she was holding.
"No, not at all. I was just admiring how my Xiao Hanhan manages to look so beautiful even while eating."
This wasn't just Fang Chenyi flattering her; he was telling the absolute truth. He never would have thought that something as unrefined as wolfing down skewers would look so natural on a youthful beauty like Bai Menghan. In fact, it somehow made her seem even more lively.
"Oh, stop it," she said playfully. "Come on, didn't you say you wanted to buy some clothes? We still have some time, let's go check them out."
She gave Fang Chenyi's arm a light tap before skipping ahead in a little jog. After a few steps, she turned back to tease him.
"Hey there, handsome young man. Would you like to accompany this young lady on a shopping trip?"
Smiling, Fang Chenyi shook his head and quickened his pace to catch up with her.
This immortal couple naturally drew the immense envy of the other diners in the food court.
The men stared at the fairy-like Bai Menghan, while the women gazed at the handsome Fang Chenyi with stars in their eyes. People who normally ate just one bowl of rice found themselves unconsciously getting their third...
Truth be told, ever since dinner at the Qinhuang Hotel the previous night, Fang Chenyi had been planning to buy himself a decent outfit. Otherwise, people would keep calling him a scrap collector, and even with his thick skin, it was starting to get a little embarrassing.
And to be honest, he didn't want to be seen as some pretentious try-hard who was just playing poor. 'I was thinking about this back when I was still collecting scraps,' he mused. 'If I wore designer clothes while doing it, people probably wouldn't look at me so strangely. Then I could justifiably claim that I, my good man, am simply contributing to the great cause of societal resource consolidation and recycling.'
Lost in thought, he and Bai Menghan arrived at the men's fashion section on the third floor. Fang Chenyi had a plan, so he made a beeline for the most impressive brand name he knew: Louis Vuitton.
"Sir, miss, hello. I do apologize, but we have a seating area over there. Could the two of you please finish your food before entering the store?"
But just as they reached the entrance, a sales associate from inside the Louis Vuitton store politely stopped them.
[To be continued...]
PS: Hey everyone, that's it for tonight, just this one chapter. I'll update more during the day, so don't worry. Before the book goes premium, I guarantee a minimum of two chapters a day. Also, I still owe our patron, 'Heaven-Blasting Gang, Yasuo,' five bonus chapters, so there will be extra releases every day no matter what!
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