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"No way. Look at that boy's clothes. He doesn't look like a poor person."

"You can't just look at appearances when it comes to such things." The short-haired shop assistant pointed at the swimming suit made of just a few ropes. "When I told him the price just now, guess what he did? He cursed and said that it was so expensive. I've never seen a rich person who is so uncultured."

"Maybe he misjudged. God is fair. If he's so good-looking, he can't give him more wealth. Otherwise, how will other men survive?" The long-haired female shop assistant said.

The short-haired shop assistant crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I think they're here to participate in the anniversary celebration. They're just wasting time here before it starts."

"That's a possibility. It's almost five-thirty, and the second event of the day is about to begin. Everyone is gathered on the fourth floor."