Chapter 67: If you don’t make money, does that mean you don’t work hard?

And Feng Meizhu, who was scolded twice a day for being stupid and having too much money, was in a terrible mood!

I spent more than 100,000 yuan to buy an unlucky thing, but I was inexplicably hated by a bunch of poor people.

Feng Meizhu rolled her eyes at the audience: "As a salesperson, of course you have to reserve your time and energy for high-value customers. Is it possible that I'm wasting my efforts on you poor people?"

"Hey, you keep saying that the materials used by other brands are poor, and you also say that their employees are snobby and snobbish. Let me see, why don't you reflect on yourselves. How old are you? With such a small salary, are you not working hard? , Earn too little money?”

"When you can afford to spend more and can buy hundreds of thousands of jewelry, I believe no one will throw your bank cards on the ground, okay?"

This look of a capitalist who stood tall and spoke without hurting his back deeply irritated everyone.

The so-called wealthy families are just those who were lucky enough to hit the trend of the times and reap the first batch of dividends. What qualifications do they have to accuse everyone of not working hard?

Doesn’t it mean you don’t work hard if you don’t make money?

The resources are divided and occupied by these wealthy families. Will ordinary people be able to make money through hard work? Just working for these capitalists!

"Hey, everyone, give way. We are reporters from Xiangjiang TV." Just when everyone's dissatisfaction was stimulated to the highest point, a few people wearing yellow vests carrying cameras squeezed through the crowd.

"Hey, a reporter is here!"

The people who had just been accused by Feng Meizhu of not working hard seemed to have found an outlet for the torrential flood.

"Mr. Reporter, you are here just in time. Come and pat the faces of these wealthy capitalists..."

"Now, this is the sales of the Les Mills brand..."

Before the reporter took the initiative to ask, everyone was rushing to complete the story.

The cameraman, who is also a low-level worker, instantly sympathized with me.

The camera carried on the shoulder followed the development of the incident, sometimes filming Xiaomei, sometimes focusing on Feng Meizhu, and finally giving a long close-up of the bank card on the ground.

Feng Meizhu didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at the moment. She faced the camera for the first time. She still wanted to maintain a good image. She reached out and brushed her carefully taken care of her hair, and then lowered her brand-name bag to a conspicuous position. The reporter said:

"Now, Mr. Reporter, don't listen to this bunch of poor people. They don't work hard to make money and can't afford Les Mills jewelry. They blame the mall salespeople for being snobbish, and they are jealous of us wealthy people. Money man.”

"Look, if I serve me, I can make an order worth hundreds of thousands, but if I serve a poor guy, I can only sell goods worth 20,000 yuan. If it were you, would you smile brighter at me?" Woolen cloth?!"

After speaking to the reporter, Feng Meizhu still felt that it was not enough, so she turned back to the camera and showed a completely contemptuous smile:

"It's better to be reborn in your next life. Don't be born into a poor family again. You will be born to work for us capitalists."

She showed that rich person's arrogance and condescension to all living beings so vividly that the cameraman and reporters secretly clenched their fists——

hateful! It's so abominable!

The onlookers were even more enraged by these words. They abandoned their usual etiquette and morals, rolled up their sleeves, and surrounded Feng Meizhu with red eyes.

"W-what are you going to do?"

"Don't touch me, or I'll sue you and put you in jail!"

"I am the serious young lady of the Chen family. If you dare to mess with me, you will be dead! My husband will not let you go!"

Feng Meizhu glared at the approaching crowd, and kept waving the brand-name bag in her hand at the crowd, blocking the crowd from getting closer.