Chapter 6: I Picked Up a Living Person
The long-faced sales assistant's smile cracked.
After a moment, she opened her eyes wide and asked, "Are you deliberately playing with me?"
Xu Youyou stood up calmly and said, "What's wrong? Can't you afford to play around?"
The sales assistant, who thought she had been working hard for at least an hour, was furious and took two steps forward as if to take action—but another assistant quickly stopped her.
"Calm down. Do you want to lose your job?" her colleague warned.
Panting heavily, the long-faced assistant held back her anger.
After completing the refund, Xu Youyou walked into the Dior store opposite, under the watchful eyes of several sales assistants.
Xu Youyou had heard in her past life that some sales assistants deliberately treated customers coldly to stimulate impulse buying. But Xu Youyou was not easily shaken; she had no intention of looking down on any store or refraining from spending there.
The Dior sales assistants were friendly. Xu Youyou, now financially comfortable, shopped with ease, buying whatever she liked.
"I don't want this, or this, or that... I want everything else," she said, finally able to shop like a scene from a movie.
Xu Youyou bought so much she gave her address for home delivery after swiping her card.
The long-faced assistant kept staring at the Dior store, and when Xu Youyou left empty-handed from her stall, she hurried to ask the Dior sales assistant, "Did that Xu Youyou buy nothing at your store?"
The Dior assistant smiled and replied, "Miss Xu nearly cleared out the entire store. Who would've thought she'd spend millions in one go at a street stall?"
The long-faced assistant's nose twisted in anger, feeling like Xu Youyou was personally targeting her.
But the worst was yet to come. The store manager suddenly frowned and approached her.
"Is this customer new to our store? Did you serve her?"
The assistant glanced around nervously. "Manager, we get plenty of wealthy customers every day, and she doesn't seem short of money…"
The manager raised his voice, "Do you know she nearly spent the entire floor's revenue? Over ten million! Whose store on this floor doesn't make millions—except ours! This is your fault!"
The LV sales assistant carried a monthly sales target of three million. Xu Youyou's potential three-million purchase could've easily secured her goal, but instead, the refund left her biting her lip in regret.
Xu Youyou paid no mind to the sales assistant's grudge and wandered the mall aimlessly.
[The bargaining task has started. Please follow the instructions to the target location.]
Following the system's directions, Xu Youyou entered a Hermes store, puzzled. Hermes was known for expensive products—even a feather duster cost 3,000 yuan. What sort of "big find" could she possibly pick up here?
"You'll kneel down and put these shoes on for me."
As soon as Xu Youyou stepped inside, a familiar voice cut through the air. She turned toward it—and saw a figure from her past life: Shen Yiren.
She recognized him as Gu Xueying's loyal follower since childhood. Whenever Gu Xueying glanced at someone, Shen Yiren was quick to act. In Xu Youyou's past life, Gu Xueying never humiliated her directly; instead, she used Shen Yiren to do the dirty work. Even when Gu family members investigated, they discreetly erased any evidence to protect Gu Xueying.
Shen Yiren relied on Gu Xueying and had married into a wealthy family, living a life of privilege.
"Are you deaf? I said kneel and serve! If I don't buy anything, how can you meet your sales targets? Do you want to fail and lose your job?" Shen Yiren sneered arrogantly.
Xu Youyou spotted the man Shen Yiren was bullying. He looked like a Hermes intern, but just seeing his face made her breath catch.
The young man was tall, thin, and somewhat haggard. His head bowed slightly, his long lashes fluttering, hands hanging limply by his sides, like a fragile crane weathered by storms—one slight bend could break him.
Xu Youyou recognized him: Song Zhibai—the once-bright rising star in the entertainment world who had tragically committed suicide by jumping off a building, plagued by mental illness.
The system's instructions appeared again, targeting Song Zhibai.
Shen Yiren continued his verbal abuse. "If you don't obey, I'll complain to the manager and have you fired."
Song Zhibai stood silently, lips tightly pressed, pale face resigned yet dignified.
Shen Yiren smiled cruelly, savoring his power over the helpless young man.
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Seeing Song Zhibai's eyes redden, Xu Youyou stepped forward gently, "Can you show me that scarf?"
Lost in thought, Song Zhibai suddenly heard the soft female voice. Looking up, he met Xu Youyou's kind eyes, and his heart trembled.
He didn't understand why she wanted to help, but he took the chance and stepped forward. "Okay, please wait a moment, miss."
Shen Yiren, frustrated at being thwarted, glanced disdainfully at Xu Youyou's street stall clothes and hissed to a fellow sales assistant, Zhang Hong, "Why do you let anyone like her into your store?"
Zhang Hong was Song Zhibai's supervisor. News of a big spender coming to the mall had already spread, and seeing Xu Youyou's photo in the group chat, she dared not respond sharply. Instead, she said to Shen Yiren, "Miss Chen, if you want to try those shoes, Xiao Song is busy. I'll help you."
Zhang Hong bent down, ready to put the shoes on Chen Yiren herself. Everyone was fond of Song Zhibai and eager to protect him. She was trying to smooth things over, but Shen Yiren avoided her offer.
"Where's your manager? Your clerk left me waiting and ignored me. I want to complain," Chen Yiren snapped, her eyes daring Xu Youyou, clearly intent on making trouble for Song Zhibai.
Song Zhibai's face flushed with embarrassment.
Xu Youyou, unfamiliar with the feud, but unwilling to let the bullying continue, retorted sharply, "I've only seen robberies, but I never expected even **** like you. You're so good at robbing, why don't you rob some eggs from old ladies too?"
Chen Yiren claimed to be a famous socialite's daughter. Xu Youyou's comparison to old ladies who exploit others made Chen Yiren furious, her face reddening as she snapped, "You like this little guy? You wear street stall clothes and come here to bully him? Can you even afford a scarf on a month's salary?"
Now that Xu Youyou's wallet was full, she was confident and defiant. Turning to Song Zhibai, she asked, "How do you clear stock here? I don't like buying from people who don't have the means to pay."