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Seeing the situation, Tang Tianbao quickly packed up his clothes and ran off.

The next day, Tang Tianbao came again. Although the process was very different, the result was very different. Tang Tianbao was once again scared away by the Town Security. He fled in panic, and in this big city, in this big developed city, he was indeed a real stray dog — not even as good as that.

It turned out that setting up stalls in front of a mall or on the street was never a good idea. If he wanted to sell these high-end clothing, he would have to go to high-end places. Everything he had thought of before vanished into thin air. It was a waste of time. Next was the issue of how to get to a high-end location. If it was that simple, he would have gone there a long time ago. He finally left the clothes at home and went to the mall alone. Moreover, it was a high-end area. He hoped that he would meet a fated person here – all of this was merely hope.

He walked into George Armani's monopoly.

”Hello.” With a smile on his face, the pretty sales clerk quickly walked over to greet Tang Tianbao.

”Hello.” Tang Tianbao politely replied.

”Sir, is there anything I can do for you?” the salesman asked.

”Oh, how much are these pants?” Tang Tianbao pointed to a pair of George Armani pants.

”Sir, you have good eyes. This is the new model for this year. It is an Italian imported full hair deep dark stripes without crease and dark stripes to repair the body of the western pants. This pair of pants is 889 yuan. ” The salesperson was still smiling. When she announced the price, the smile on her face became even more natural.

Tang Tianbao's expression turned unnatural. Did anyone buy such expensive pants? At least he didn't buy it. Tang Tianbao continued to look around. There were basically no items below six hundred yuan here. This is the luxury market in China.

Tang Tianbao stayed in the store for about ten minutes, during which time two people came to buy suits and a woman bought cosmetics. Luxury goods have a market in Chaozhou. Tang Tianbao sighed with emotion. He couldn't buy a single one of his ”luxury goods”. He walked over to the salesman.

”Hello, sir. Do you need to buy those pants? ” The salesman still hadn't forgotten about the pants. She always sells her wares with a smile on her face.

Tang is also not interested in luxury goods, but he is interested in salespeople. This kind of smiling service was hard to refuse — especially for men. To sell in this way, I believe there is no product that cannot be sold. There are no bad goods, only bad salespeople. Tang Tianbao was filled with emotion. If Xie Min could hire such a salesperson, she would have no problem with her tricky clothes.

He began to like the saleswoman. Of course, this sort of favorable impression was definitely not between a man and a woman. Tang Tianbao had a strong sense of purpose.

”Sir, do you need these pants or not?” the saleswoman asked again. No matter how slow Tang Tianbao was, she had never been in a hurry. She had an unchanging smile on her face.

Tang Tian Bao came back to his senses and said, ”Oh …” No need. ”No …”

”Then do you have anything else you need?” The salesman made a please gesture.

Tang Tianbao waved his hand.

”Your attitude is very good.” Tang Tianbao said to the saleswoman.

”Hee hee, is that so?” The salesman knew better. She had seen a lot of these customers — they didn't buy anything, they just talked. She treated him equally. His attitude decided everything.

”I have something I want to ask you.” Tang Tianbao said.

”Ask away.” The salesman's bright smile was like a blooming flower.

”It won't affect your work, will it?” Tang Tianbao also became courteous.

”Make it short.” The salesman said.

”I have a bunch of fancy clothes, but I can't buy them. I want to learn from you. ” Tang Tianbao went straight to the point.

”I'm not too sure about that either.” The salesperson rejected Tang Tianbao, but her face was always smiling.

”That …” Tang Tianbao would not easily give up this opportunity.

”Sorry, a customer is here, I'm going to be busy.” The salesperson ignored Tang Tianbao.

Sales to salespeople is the reason Tang Tiangbao must fail.

Walking out of the shopping mall, Tang Tianbao walked alone on the streets with a small bag behind his back. Inside the bag were a few pieces of clothing. The sun was high in the sky, and it was as if a fire had been cast down from the horizon as it roasted Tang Tianbao. Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead. However, he didn't feel any pain. He grabbed the woven bag with one hand and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with the other. Occasionally, if he didn't clean it in time, it would flow into his eyes. He blinked hard, trying to clear his sweat with his tears. He kept walking like this, his stomach empty, hungry to the point where his chest was pressed against his back, but he couldn't eat. He had given himself orders not to eat as long as the clothes were not sold. Of course, there were other reasons as well. He didn't have a single cent on him right now. The pressure of life forced him to go through hardships. As hard as it was, he no longer felt it. A person's endurance might be limited, but their potential was limitless.

There was a red light in front of him, allowing him to finally stop and rest for a while.

Xie Min happened to drive past this intersection as well. She stopped the car and waited for the red light. Xie Min inadvertently looked out the window and saw ”dying” Tang Tianbao. She saw Tang Tianbao carrying a woven bag as he waited for the red light on the pedestrian road. Her heart trembled. From Tang Tianbao's dressing, it wasn't difficult to see that he was setting up a stall. However, Xie Min did not have the time to greet Tang Tianbao. The red light went out and the green light went on.

Xie Min had her own matters to attend to. She was going to send off her French friend Margaret Ivicki. Ivechi was disappointed that she didn't find the clothes design she wanted in Tidal City. Foreigners are not as reserved as Chinese. Foreigners don't like it or they don't like it, and they have to show it, whether in language or behavior. Foreigners almost never cared about face. If they couldn't handle their own matters, they wouldn't care about face.

On the phone, Ewiqi gave Xie Min a good scolding.

From the point of view of her clothes, she did disappoint Iviki.

But as a Chinese, she was more attached to friendship, and even if Ivechi said so, she would send off her international friend, because it was not certain when they would meet again. Chinese people are sentimental. She drove the car to the hotel where Ivy was staying.