"Boss Ma, right?" Qian Jin patted the fatty man on his shoulder. "My friend really wants this dress. If you think ten thousand isn't enough, how about twenty-five? You surely know how to do business. Why sell it to a pauper?"
Pauper?? Situ Yixiao seriously doubted if there was something wrong with her hearing. This barbarian called her a pauper in front of so many people.
"Of course, you don't need to be afraid." Qian Jin shrugged. "If someone can't afford the dress but still pressures you by her identity, you could sell it to her at a cheaper price."
Suddenly, Situ Yixiao felt all the eyes around fixed on her with a queer look as if what this warrior had just said was exactly the truth.
"Good, good!" Situ Yixiao gnashed her teeth in fury. "Today I will buy this dress first and then teach you a lesson for insulting the wife of the Mayor! Thirty thousand!"
Wow...
