One Hundred Eighty-Nine Lin Rong's Shock_1
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Lin Rong nodded at everyone and walked into her shop with a face full of pride.
These people were only courteous to her now that they saw she was doing well; she was very clear about that in her heart.
Back when she and her mother, just like them, each had a tiny ten-square-meter shop, their attitude towards her had been quite different.
Every time she sold one more piece of clothing, they would be jealous and speak ill of her behind her back; now, they were all polite, calling her 'Sister Lin' left and right.
Was that giving her face?
It was just for the sake of money. Nowadays, whoever had money was the boss. Such matters, she had long seen through.
The shop assistant was cleaning and, upon seeing Lin Rong, hurriedly put down the broom and bowed to her.
"Good day, Boss."
Lin Rong nodded, "No worries, I'm just meeting an Embroidery Master today. Carry on with your work."
Having said that, she sat down on the sofa in the store.