Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 320 - 323 This is not a question of money

Chapter 320: Chapter 323 This is not a question of money

Chapter 323 This Isn’t About Money

The man leisurely exhaled a ring of smoke, not bothering to question Lin Zifeng, but instead, he waved over the counter girl.

"What can I do for you, sir?" The counter girl maintained her professional smile.

"I’m taking over this counter, your entire day’s turnover is mine. Get rid of all those irrelevant people," the man said indifferently while smoking.

"Sir, that’s not quite appropriate," the counter girl replied, somewhat troubled.

"What? You’re not satisfied with making money?" The woman by his side started to make a scene. She was just a minor streamer for a gaming company who had recently managed to curry favor with a rich patron. After giving all sorts of secret benefits, it was now time to reap the rewards, treating the rich patron like an ATM, milking him dry.

But then they ran into the scene with Lin Zifeng.

"It’s just that this counter has already..."

"Who do you think you are! Get your boss out here." The counter girl hadn’t finished speaking before the woman cut her off with a barrage of abuse, insisting on seeing the owner themselves.

"But this way..." the counter girl began hesitantly, unsure of what to do.

"I said get your boss out here, did you hear me?" the woman shouted arrogantly again.

"Let’s not be so loud, quiet down," the middle-aged man also seemed bothered by the woman’s rudeness and stepped forward to pull her back.

"Sugar daddy, look! Even a counter girl doesn’t take you seriously, this is clearly a slight against your status. I’m only considering your reputation," the woman cooed again, the whine from her throat enough to make any man weak.

However, whether the middle-aged man was truly wealthy was up for debate.

Left with no choice, the counter girl went to call the owner. After a short while, the person in charge of the counter came out enthusiastically to greet them.

"What would you like, my friend?"

The store owner, a man in his early thirties, saw the couple looking sweet together and did not want to say too much.

"Well, my sugar daddy will take over all the items in this counter today, so just have those unrelated people leave," the woman said, acting as if she was the boss.

All this time, Lin Zifeng, who had been quietly sipping tea, had not said a word from beginning to end, just silently drinking, unconcerned by the whole affair.

"That’s not quite right," the owner said, glancing at Lin Zifeng, but didn’t dare to utter another word.

"What? The customer is king, are you trying to turn the king away?" the woman’s eyes flashed with a sinister coldness, clearly still upset about Lin Zifeng’s earlier disregard.

"No, no, no! Beautiful miss, you may have misunderstood me. Everyone who comes here is our king, but... ha, please try to understand our difficulty," the middle-aged owner tried to keep a very gentle tone, fearful that a louder voice might disturb the important person in the dressing room. This Joetons brand store belonged to Tianyu Group, and today, the big boss was here to pick out clothes. How could he ask her to leave? That would be asking for trouble. You might be willing to die, but I’m not done living.

"Heh, as I see it, since we’re here to shop, we should be kings, right? What about him?" the woman pointed at Lin Zifeng, ready to have him kicked out.

"Miss, if you’re here to shop, we welcome you with open arms. If you’re here to cause trouble, then I’m sorry," the middle-aged owner suddenly turned stern.

"What kind of attitude is that? Is this how you talk to a king? My sugar daddy and I came here to shop, and this is how you treat your patrons and kings?" the woman grew more agitated as she spoke, especially humiliated by Lin Zifeng’s previous snub.

"Oh? Kings? Yes, you’re right, everyone who comes to shop is a king, but I wonder if you can actually afford it?"

As the middle-aged owner struggled to respond, Nangong Bing finally came out of the dressing room, dressed in a classical and elegant manner that captivated Lin Zifeng for a moment.

It turns out that Nangong Bing usually didn’t make much of an effort to dress up, but when she did, it was breathtaking.

Not only was Lin Zifeng stunned, but even the woman’s sugar daddy swallowed hard.

Nangong Bing’s long, black hair draped over her shoulders, and her delicate, fair face, along with her slender, graceful figure, were accentuated by the light blue, classical long skirt, making her innate excellence stand out more than ever. Especially notable was the Korean-style blouse with lace at the front she wore, which highlighted her perfect waist and suggested more at the bust, sparking endless imagination.

With Nangong Bing’s entrance, the entire place fell into Silence, including the woman’s sugar daddy, making the woman feel utterly ashamed.

"Gorgeous! Simply too gorgeous!" the woman couldn’t help but praise inwardly, thinking her own beauty was decent enough. However, upon comparing herself to Nangong Bing, she realized they weren’t on the same level in terms of temperament.

In terms of looks, Nangong Bing had a cold and stunning beauty that radiated allure with just a fleeting glance.

In terms of figure, Nangong Bing’s was almost naturally perfect, certainly not something her own less-than-ideal waistline could match.

"Who are you?"

The woman’s face underwent a sudden change, for when two women clashed, the one with the stronger aura often imposed a sense of pressure on the weaker one, involuntarily.

It made her speak with a bit less confidence.

"I’m also a ’God,’" Nangong Bing said coldly.

"Didn’t you just say you wanted to reserve the entire counter? Fine, if you can afford it, I’ll let you take the whole thing, and my assistant and I will get lost immediately," Nangong Bing smiled, a trace of disdain appearing on her cold face.

"Who is she?" The woman was somewhat shocked, not expecting her to dare make such a statement.

The middle-aged owner nodded at Nangong Bing with a smile, then said to the woman, "This is President Nangong of Tianyu Group, and also the highest director of our trading group." At this point, pride flashed across the man’s face. He was extremely excited to finally meet Nangong Bing today. He had been watching her from the control room and praising her outstanding temperament with his colleagues, thinking that even speaking with her for a moment could be worth dying for.

"Nangong Bing!"

The woman’s pupils showed an unnatural reaction, knowing all too well who Nangong Bing was. Anyone who was anyone in Zhonghai City knew of Nangong Bing’s reputation. Although few had seen her in person, her name was indeed very well-known.

Even many overseas business magnates had to give Nangong Bing the thumbs up for her acumen.

While she had been trying on clothes in the fitting room, Nangong Bing had overheard the woman’s arrogance. She didn’t want to get involved, considering her position as President of Tianyu International, and she knew that arguing with a common woman could become a sensational news story. However, when the woman had arrogantly demanded Lin Zifeng to leave, Nangong Bing felt particularly displeased.

Although Lin Zifeng seldom impressed her, sometimes to the point she wanted to strangle him, she was extremely protective of her own people.

With the inherent qualities of a queen, she would never tolerate anyone daring to threaten someone close to her!

"It’s just buying a few outfits, we can certainly afford them," the woman’s voice became weaker, clearly dominated by Nangong Bing’s intangible aura. Her once unabashed pride now seemed to wane.

"Oh? I’m actually worried you can’t afford it. While customers are ’gods,’ I wonder if ’The Emperor of Martial Arts World’ can meet the price," Nangong Bing’s eyebrows lifted slightly with interest as she glanced at the woman’s heavily made-up face, picked up a shirt and said with a light chuckle,

"This shirt sells for eighty thousand a piece here, just not sure if you can afford it? You claimed you wanted to reserve the entire counter, right? Well, let’s see. There must be at least a thousand items in the counter? At eighty thousand apiece, I’ll have Manager Liu give you a 20% discount later on,

I think that’s a very fair price. Although it’s not exactly ’good and cheap,’ you get what you pay for, absolutely worth more than its price. If you feel you don’t have enough cash, we accept cards and checks,

and we’ll deliver all the garments you want to your residence. How about that?"

True to her reputation as a powerful businesswoman, Nangong Bing had rendered her opponent speechless in just one encounter, leaving them unable to retort. Even Lin Zifeng, who always thought of himself as quite articulate, felt a compelling urge to admire Nangong Bing.

She spoke watertight, without offending anyone. It seemed rather modest at first listen, but on closer examination, it was a discreet slap in the face. Even Manager Liu began sweating profusely upon hearing her words, never having expected such sharp rhetoric from Nangong Bing.

"You!" The woman who had been loud about reserving the entire counter was utterly at a loss for words.

"Fine! It’s just money, my sugar daddy has plenty of it!" the woman clenched her teeth, refusing to swallow her pride.

But when she looked back at the middle-aged man behind her, she saw his complexion pale, and he awkwardly said, "Let’s just go."

"Just go? How? She humiliated me, and you want me to let it go? Even if I were to reserve the whole counter today, what’s the big deal? You’re not short on cash anyway," she whispered into the man’s ear.

"It’s not about the money," the middle-aged man’s face flushed, and he began to feel rather uncomfortable; indeed, it was about the money.

"No, sugar daddy, I want it, why not take it? Worst case scenario, I’ll keep you company tonight," she said.

Watching this unfold, Nangong Bing couldn’t be bothered to spare them a glance.

"Alright, alright, I’ll take it all. But, I don’t have that much cash on me, my card is frozen, so I’ll sign a check," the middle-aged man said grandiosely, casting a surreptitious look at Nangong Bing’s chest with a covetous gaze.