MGASC -Chapter 136 Roasting a Pretentious Man

“Yeah, I’ll take them all!” Zhang Qiao answered firmly.

She didn’t forget to give Yingzi a little lesson: “Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. When a man negotiates business outside, decent attire shows respect to his partners. If they see you dressed well, they’ll respect you a bit more. Your Chen Gang seems to understand this quite well. Hey, do you want me to pick out an outfit for him?”

Yingzi was startled and waved her hands frantically: “No, no, forget it!”

Then she leaned close to Zhang Qiao’s ear: “The prices here are way too high. Chen Gang’s clothes are all found at little street stalls. Some people import clothes from the south and sell them on the street for way cheaper than in malls. The dress Chen Gang bought me last time was only forty yuan.”

Zhang Qiao nodded, understanding.

She knew the mall prices were expensive, but if she didn’t buy this time, Lin Tianyue would have to deal with her whining for a while. And she couldn’t wait even a single day!

“No problem, I’m taking them!”

The sales clerk was thrilled—they had just met a major customer.

“Comrade, I see you’re buying men’s clothing. Would you like to try them on?”

Try them on? Lin Tianyue wasn’t here anyway.

But Zhang Qiao knew his shoe size and was buying clothes according to his measurements. He was a perfect model for clothes; nothing would go wrong.

Yingzi’s bright eyes, however, kept scanning around. Suddenly, excitedly, she tugged Zhang Qiao: “Qiao Qiao, why don’t we find someone to try them on for Brother Yue? Look, that guy seems about his height!”

Zhang Qiao followed Yingzi’s pointing.

The distinguished Gu Junye, arm-in-arm with a beautiful girl, was walking toward the store with an air of authority.

The man’s clothes screamed expensive, the girl’s hair was curled, she wore a red long dress, carried a designer bag, and had glamorous makeup—she looked like a star straight out of a magazine.

The moment they entered, the clerks greeted them warmly: “Hello, comrades! What can we help you with today?”

“Comrades?” The girl burst out laughing, tilting her head coquettishly at the man she was holding onto. “Shouldn’t it be ‘sir’ and ‘miss’? Junye, I just got back from abroad, and I can’t believe it—domestic stores are still so outdated.”

Gu Junye smiled proudly, “Just browsing. If nothing interests us, we’ll leave.”

His gaze briefly landed on Zhang Qiao—her looks were unforgettable—but when he saw her protruding belly, he quickly looked away. After all, he had no interest in women who had already had children.

At that moment, Yingzi stepped forward: “Hello, sir… sorry to bother you, but could you help us? My friend wants to buy men’s clothing, but her man isn’t here. Could you possibly try something on for her?”

Yingzi meant well—she didn’t want Zhang Qiao to waste money, especially on that two-hundred-yuan trench coat. Since Gu Junye had a similar build to Lin Tianyue, he could help try it on.

But as Yingzi approached, Gu Junye frowned slightly and said, in a lofty tone: “Help? Is this how girls from Jiangcheng flirt with men—so blatant?”

Yingzi froze. Handsome guy, are you serious? She just asked for help—how is that flirting?

Even if he was good-looking, he had a girlfriend. She wasn’t blind; she wouldn’t hit on a taken man. Who did he think he was?

“No… you misunderstood.”

“Let’s go.” Gu Junye didn’t even spare them a glance and turned to leave.

Behind him, Zhang Qiao cast a calm, unamused glance at his retreating figure. Her voice was level, neither loud nor soft: “Yingzi, my Tianyue is taller, better-looking, handsomer, and his build is way better than him. Your taste… if you’re going to ask someone for help, at least find someone similar. I think Chen Gang trying it would be just as good!”

Hmph… What a self-important little prince. He looks human enough, but the moment he opens his mouth, he reeks of pretentious arrogance. If she didn’t roast him, Zhang Qiao wouldn’t have the face to leave this store today.

And that he thinks girls from Jiangcheng would hit on him? What nonsense!

Yingzi reacted quickly: “Yeah, exactly! We just didn’t see anyone suitable and happened to see a man, so we thought we’d ask. Qiao Qiao’s right—we Jiangcheng girls have high standards. My Chen Gang is just average, but compared to those self-important types, he’s way better!”

The two clerks couldn’t help laughing.

That man was really ridiculous, scolding all the girls from Jiangcheng at once. Did Jiangcheng women owe him money? Or hurt his fragile little heart?

Ahead, Gu Junye paused. He heard every single word of the backhanded criticism.

He thinks he’s superior? Hahaha…

“Junye, they aren’t talking about you, are they?” Jiang Tingting asked in a coquettish voice.

Gu Junye shot her a sharp glare. Jiang Tingting stuck her tongue out: “Fine, let’s not bother with this bumpkin.”

Of course, he wouldn’t retort—retaliating would only give them the satisfaction.

As he left, the clerks exaggeratedly praised Zhang Qiao for her quick wit and even took the liberty to give her a 5% discount on all the clothes.

Although it only saved a few dozen yuan, Zhang Qiao and Yingzi felt refreshed and satisfied.

As they left, Yingzi kept chattering: “We saw that guy at the restaurant before. Such a show-off, and you say we were flirting with him? Even if he’s rich, does that mean we’re broke? We’ll get rich too!”

Zhang Qiao, meanwhile, was looking for a stationery store in the mall, listening with a blank expression: “Saw him at the restaurant? I don’t remember that.”

Yingzi: “Ah, you don’t remember? I thought with such a handsome guy, you’d have noticed him too.”

Zhang Qiao thought carefully—she really didn’t remember.

“Handsome? I think he’s just average.”

“Average? How can you say that! But I guess you’re right—Brother Yue’s face is much more outstanding. Qiao Qiao, I saw the car he was driving—it was so luxurious. The waiter said it’s called… a Volga!”

Yingzi had been staring at Gu Junye’s table while eating—after all, handsome people are hard not to notice.

Zhang Qiao didn’t care. Volga, the classic Soviet luxury car?

“It’s just a car. We’ll be able to buy even better ones in the future.”

Yingzi’s expression was exaggerated: “Really? Qiao Qiao, you’re not dreaming, are you? That’s a Volga! I heard only top officials in the capital get to ride them!”

How expensive could it be?

Seeing Yingzi still daydreaming, Zhang Qiao couldn’t help but warn her: “Alright, dreaming is fine, but money has to be earned. Yingzi, I’m telling you—don’t hold any illusions about these rich playboys.”

Zhang Qiao had been a beauty blogger and had encountered quite a few second-generation rich kids in business dealings.

Women, especially ordinary but beautiful girls, were just playthings to them.

Those heartless bastards didn’t respect women, and she had no reason to put them in her sight.