Back in 1978, I was admitted to Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Chapter 116 My Favorite Shop... I'll Buy It!

Oxford Street, the most important shopping paradise in London's West End!
Four young people walked down the street, looking at the uniquely designed buildings.

“Qin Liang, you can manage on your own, why drag us along…” Zhao Xiaoxia said somewhat embarrassedly, “We’re here to work, not to enjoy ourselves.”

"No, no," Qin Liang said with a smile, "We're going abroad to see the prosperity of the West, so that when we go back, we can devote even more enthusiasm to building our motherland. Anyway, the British are paying today, so let's buy whatever we want!"

"Let's go to the bookstore instead..." Yang Wei suggested, "They have world-class technology here..."

"If we see a bookstore, we'll go in. But for now, let's go buy some clothes!"

After saying that, Qin Liang looked at the store next door, Burberry, and said, "Let's start here!"

Just as he reached the door, the automatic door opened, and Qin Liang strode in confidently, followed by three timid companions.

"Hello, gentlemen and ladies." The sales clerk at the door immediately came up to them: "How can I help you?"

"We each need a formal suit; please let us choose one."

"Okay, okay, okay!" The salesperson smiled broadly; what a great deal!
"On the right is the suit section. Every suit here is a masterpiece meticulously designed by a designer..."

Soon, Yang Wei and Tang Changhong emerged from the fitting room, each dressed in a new suit, looking handsome and dashing like urban elites.

Zhao Xiaoxia was wearing a stylish trench coat. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself from left to right.

"Okay, that's all. Wrap them all up!" Qin Liang said.

"That's two thousand one hundred and fifty pounds in total. Will you be paying in cash, by check, or by card?"

What?
These few pieces of clothing cost over two thousand pounds?
Everyone was stunned.

"Liangzi, it's too expensive, let's..." Yang Wei shook his head as he took off his clothes.

"Japanese?" the salesperson asked tentatively.

Qin Liang shook his head.

"Korean?"

“No, we’re Chinese,” Qin Liang said. “We come from the East!”

The saleswoman's face immediately fell: "No wonder, you country bumpkin from the East, no wonder you can't even afford a piece of clothing! Feel free to look around, but be careful not to damage the clothes, otherwise... you can't afford to pay for them!"

Qin Liang sighed helplessly. This unusually enthusiastic salesperson initially treated them like Japanese people, but changed his attitude once he realized they were from the East. This guy needs to be taught a lesson!
"Ms. Vera, is this how you treat your customers?"

"This is how I treat customers from the East, so what?"

"Get your manager here, I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

"The manager isn't here today, so I'm in charge of the store." Vera walked away without looking back.

"Qin Liang, let's go. It's too expensive here, we can't afford it."

"Yes, let's just stroll around. When you're out and about, it's better to avoid trouble."

Qin Liang glanced at his companions. "Are you guys still young? You all look like old men. We young people should be living life to the fullest!"
"go!"

Qin Liang finally walked out, and behind him, Vera's disdainful voice came again: "Hmph, you country bumpkin from the East!"

Yang Wei and Tang Changhong couldn't help but clench their fists. They were young, of course, but they also knew that impulsiveness was the devil, especially abroad...

Zhao Xiaoxia, however, looked intently at Qin Liang. Of course, she knew that Qin Liang was definitely not one to suffer a loss!

Qin Liang led everyone forward, passing several shops, and arrived at a small door with a sign that read: Building 38 Management Office.

"Qin Liang, what are we doing here?" "Don't be impulsive..."

Qin Liang had already gone inside and said to the middle-aged man sitting at the desk, "The Burberry store, are you selling it?"

"For sale!" The middle-aged man greeted her cheerfully, "Eight thousand pounds per square meter, there are three hundred and sixty-five square meters in total..."

A beeping sound rang out: "A total of £292 million. With taxes, you will need to prepare approximately £3.5 million."

“Okay, swipe the card!” Qin Liang took out the bank card Peterman had given him: “After I buy it, tell them to move out as soon as possible. I’m not renting it anymore!”

"That's...ok."

Ten minutes later.

Vera trotted in: "Dear landlord, we... oh, from the East..."

She swallowed the word "country bumpkin" back down her throat. After all, there were only a few people in the building management office. She knew the building manager, George, and the rest were the mysterious buyers!
Finished!

She offended the wrong person! When the shop manager comes back and finds out she messed things up, he'll fire her! No, the shop was taken back anyway, so she was going to be fired anyway!

Thinking of this, she trembled uncontrollably: "Sir, I...I was wrong, I shouldn't have looked down on you...Ladies and gentlemen, please come back to our shop, I will do my best to serve you!"

"We country bumpkins from the East can't even afford a few clothes, let alone be worthy of trying on yours. We can't afford to pay for the damage." Qin Liang rolled his eyes at her. "Where's your manager? Please tell him to move the shop out within a week!"

"No, no, it's all my fault..."

"Your fault? Are you really wrong? I haven't seen the slightest hint of remorse from you. Do you know how the Japanese and South Koreans apologize? I think the South Koreans are the most sincere. What do you think?"

Thump! Vera knelt on the ground: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"South Koreans don't just kneel down; to show their sincerity, they'll even slap themselves..."

clap, clap, clap...

Marconi Company.

"Until now, we have never heard of any advanced planar slotted radar antennas in the East. Gentlemen, do you know what this means?"

"Marina, just say it!"

"Either the East's secrecy is too good and we don't know, or although the East has researched how to process it, they don't have advanced CNC machine tools, so they can't process it!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

“That’s right!” Peterman said. “Even if we license all eighteen of our technologies to them, they won’t be able to produce them without advanced processing equipment. In that case, they’ll either have to continue spending money to buy equipment from us, or they’ll be stuck with the technology license! But if we get their technology, we can quickly overcome the challenges of airborne radar, and our products will be the most advanced in all of Europe! I think we can agree to this cooperation request!”

The company's executives, seated at the head of the table, all nodded in agreement, and the matter was considered settled.

Just then, a secretary rushed over.

"Report! Something terrible has happened!"

"what happened?"

"We just received a message from the bank that £3.5 million has been withdrawn from the credit card we gave to the Asian client!"

What?
Peterman was a little confused. He had offered to pay, but it was just some ordinary goods. Even luxury items wouldn't cost this much! He had been careless. He should have sent someone with him!
"How did you spend it?"

"They...bought a shop on Oxford Street."

(End of this chapter)