The smile on her face spreads slowly like wrinkled paper.
Su Qingyu opened the counter drawer, and there was only one hundred Ming coins in it.
Seeing the sinister smile on the face of the woman in the white dress, Su Qingyu calmly took out a coin from her pocket.
"The leftovers from the bus ride in the morning." Su Qingyu showed a standard smile with eight teeth.
The smile on the face of the woman in the white dress was broken.
Su Qingyu folded and packed the black skirt, carefully put it into a shopping bag, then printed a receipt and handed it to the woman in the white skirt along with the bag.
“Welcome next time!”
The woman in the white dress left on high heels.
Wang Mei felt her upper and lower teeth chattering. After she poked her head to make sure the woman had left, she jumped up from the ground. Immediately, her calves felt sore and numb. If she hadn't been holding on to the counter, she would have almost fallen.
"Oh my God!
Did you see that woman's face?
So white! Where is the human face? ! "
Su Qingyu is quite satisfied with Wang Mei.
Because just now Wang Mei squatted down in fear and directly helped Su Qingyu test the fourth rule of [Baiyi Baishun Clothing Store], two conflicting sentences, one of which was correct.
Su Qingyu felt a sense of fatigue coming over her. Her eyes showed a hint of tiredness. Her long black hair fell softly on her shoulders. She combed the ends of her hair with her fingers and sat down on the bench behind the counter.
This dungeon is weird. Selling clothes consumes a lot of physical energy.
There are no guests now.
She needed to conserve her strength.
Obviously, Wang Mei also felt it.
She often does housework at home and her physical strength is very good.
But now, she felt that her legs were numb and weak, and her eyes were a little blurry.
Wang Mei accidentally forgot Su Qingyu's explanation and started to cry again in a loud voice: "Oh, it's really weird. It's not even noon yet. Why do I feel a little sleepy?"
"Just sit down and rest. Save your energy. At least you can't leave the clothing store today." Su Qingyu rubbed her temples.
Only then did Wang Mei realize that she had spoken loudly again. She rubbed her hands and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I can't control myself. You have a good rest and I won't disturb you."
Just now, if Su Qingyu hadn't gone to receive the guests, she would have been doomed.
There were not many guests in the morning.
Su Qingyu rested for a while and began to keep accounts.
After accounting, I took inventory of the clothes in the store again.
Halfway through, a young man wearing a shirt opened the door and entered.
The man had a shaved head, triangular eyes, a deep scar visible on his face, and a fierce look on his face.
This store is a women's clothing store and does not sell men's clothing.
The man looked around the store and suddenly said angrily: "Where is the shopping guide?"
Su Qingyu immediately stepped forward to receive the guest: "Is there anything I can do for you?"
The man came up and asked, "Why do you put the red shirt on top of the blue shirt?
Do you have selfish motives?
Do you think a red shirt looks better than a blue shirt?
This is disrespectful to the blue shirts! "
This is clearly looking for trouble.
Su Qingyu immediately followed the man's request and put the blue shirt on top of the red shirt.
Focus on a good attitude.
In the end, the man was still dissatisfied: "Did you place these clothes on purpose?"
"It's my first day here to work. I don't know why it was arranged like this before." Su Qingyu resisted the urge to beat this person violently.
"You are just making excuses." The man said plausibly: "I like blue shirts, but I don't like red shirts.
If you put a red shirt on top of a blue shirt, you are disrespecting the blue shirt and disrespecting the customer's needs.
You're making me feel sick about this store.
Because of your behavior, I lost my desire to buy. "
Su Qingyu wasn't angry either. She asked in a calm tone: "So, this customer, who were you planning to buy clothes for?"
"You still need to ask this kind of question, which shows that you, the shopping guide, are not professional enough."
Customer is god.
The premise is that this person needs to be a customer.
Su Qingyu asked again: "Do you need to buy clothes now?
I can give you a recommendation if needed. "
"You can't understand, right?
I have already said that because of your behavior of putting red shirts instead of blue shirts, I am very dissatisfied with your store. "
The man keeps expressing his angry emotions.
The red shirt doesn’t matter.
The blue shirt doesn't matter either.
The store doesn't even sell men's clothing.
This man came in purely to find trouble.
Su Qingyu took out a Ming coin, put his hands behind his back, and folded the Ming coin into a paper airplane.
"Sir, let me do a magic trick for you."
"Don't think that I will forgive you!" The man tried to use words to anger Su Qingyu, "Tell me your boss's phone number, and I will file a complaint against you now!"
Su Qingyu took out the folded paper airplane from Ming Coin and walked to the door of the clothing store. Without stepping out, the paper airplane flew through the outer corridor and flew down from this floor.
"Ming Coin! That's Ming Coin!" The man walked out of the store, leaned on the railing of the corridor, and pointed in the direction of the paper plane flying down, his heart almost flying with it.
Su Qingyu said lightly: "If you find it, the Ming Coin is yours."
The man stood there, greedy light bursting out of his fierce triangular eyes.
He didn't have time to embarrass Su Qingyu.
Go around the corridor to the escalator, step down in twos and twos, and move quickly.
Chasing the back of Ming Coin, so cool and decisive.
Wang Mei saw that Su Qingyu treated every guest with ease and felt that she had met her savior.
"Big sister, come here."
"Did you find anything?" Su Qingyu walked towards Wang Mei.
Wang Mei asked with a smile: "How old are you this year? Do you have a partner?
I think you are beautiful and smart. If you haven’t dated someone yet, I would like to introduce my silly son to you.
My son is so handsome..."
While talking, Wang Mei took out her mobile phone and found the photo of her son from the photo album of the mobile phone.
Su Qingyu took a look and saw Shen Sinian's selfie in security uniform.
"How's it going? Isn't he handsome?"
Su Qingyu:......
This world is really small.
Su Qingyu decisively refused: "I'm divorced and raising four children. The eldest child has low intelligence, the second child has a heart defect, the third child can't do anything but study, and the fourth child is completely black."
"Ah?" Wang Mei quickly took back her phone, her eyes darting around with a guilty conscience, "A good girl like you deserves better.
My son is just an ordinary security guard, not worthy of you. "
Su Qingyu would check the store every once in a while. On her third lap, she saw facial features appearing on the model's face.
The facial features were drawn with a brush.
Very stiff.
Su Qingyu stopped immediately, looked up at the lifeless model, and asked tentatively: "Customer, what kind of style do you want?
Let me recommend it for you. "
