The Poor Two

When Shan Yue pushed the stiff Shan Chen out of the cell phone store, the sales lady even shouted enthusiastically behind them, "Thank you for your patronage! Please come again next time!"

At this moment, the expensive phone seemed to have become a time bomb in Shan Chen's hand. When they finally left the phone shop, Shan Chen asked with a long face, "Sister, where did you get this money from? Tell me quickly, we still have a chance to return the money!"

Shan Chen was very worried. If this money was borrowed or stolen by Shan Yue and used to buy such an expensive phone, Sun Ling would beat her to death if she found out!

"Do I look like someone who would use illegal means to get money?"

Shan Yue did not know whether to laugh or cry. Looking at the uneasy Shan Chen, she quickly said seriously, "I promise you that this money is earned by my own labor and wisdom. It's a legitimate income. You can spend the money you earn however you want. Don't worry too much."

"Alright." Seeing Shan Yue's confident expression, Shan Chen swallowed.

Thinking that Shan Yue could even solve such a difficult world problem, it should not be difficult to earn money. Only then did he relax slightly and follow Shan Yue to the second floor of the mall.

"Why? A few days ago, you said that I should bring you to live a good life when I become rich in the future. Why can't you stand it now?" Shan Yue was in a good mood, so she chatted with Shan Chen while entering a familiar high-end clothing brand.

Shan Chen still felt like he was dreaming when his sister suddenly became rich. He said embarrassedly, "I-I was just joking…"

After all, who would have thought that Shan Yue, who was so poor that she couldn't even afford a meal a few days ago, could already buy a phone worth tens of thousands of yuan without blinking today?

This huge difference in flying from the ground to the clouds almost scared Shan Chen unconscious.

Shan Yue casually picked up a light blue sportswear from the clothes display rack beside her and gestured at Shan Chen. She felt that it was not very suitable for Shan Chen's temperament. Just as she was about to put it back on the rack, she suddenly heard a very strange voice coming from the side.

"Don't touch the clothes with your dirty hands!"

Before the two of them could react, a thin and tall male salesperson ran over quickly. His leather shoes made a harsh sound on the wooden floor. The male salesperson snatched the clothes from Shan Yue's hand and said fiercely, "If you can't afford it, don't touch it!"

"Who can't afford it?" Shan Yue's face darkened when she was treated so rudely as soon as she entered the shop.

After carefully hanging the sportswear back on the rack, the male salesperson adjusted his glasses and looked Shan Yue and Shan Chen up and down with disdain. He covered his nose and sneered, "Two poor and sour people who are covered in junk actually say that they can afford clothes that cost a few thousand yuan. What a joke."

As he spoke, the male salesperson raised his orchid fingers again and pointed in the direction of the door. He urged, "There's no trash here that you want. Hurry up and get out."

This was the first time Shan Chen had seen such an unreasonable person. Her eyes widened. Although the siblings were not particularly rich, they had bought a phone worth 30,000 yuan just now. What right did this male salesperson have to say that they could not afford clothes worth thousands of yuan?

Perhaps it was Shan Yue's words and her generosity in buying the phone that gave him courage, but Shan Chen refused angrily. "We're not going out! My sister can afford it!"

Shan Yue saw through the male salesperson's vanity at a glance. He was a snob who looked down on others just because he was a high-end clothing salesperson.

Her eyes were so cold that the male salesperson felt his hair stand on end. "If we don't have money, we don't deserve to shop? Who set this rule? You?"

"I set it. What's wrong? I'm just afraid that you country bumpkins from the countryside will dirty the clothes in the shop! If other customers come and see you two tramps in the shop, it will ruin our reputation and class!" The male salesperson was aggressive. He changed his hands to his hips and looked rude and unreasonable.

"If you continue to pester me and refuse to leave, delaying my work and earning money, I'll call security to chase you away!"