The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

The waitress with her ponytail glanced at the cashier when she had a spare moment.

Seeing Fu Hua packing up the food for the mother and daughter, he paused for a moment, stunned.

Then she turned back, her smile becoming even warmer.

Fu Hua handed the wrapped clothes to the mother, and then handed over the gift she was holding.

"Gentlemen, I'm truly sorry that we couldn't provide you with a better service experience today."

This is a gift for your aunt. I hope that next time you buy clothes, you'll still prefer our Huaning Textile.

Cai Xiaoyan took it, glanced down at it, and noticed that the packaging was exquisite.

Inside were two silk scarves, one light green and the other lotus root pink.

The texture looks very special; it must be expensive.

"this……"

Cai Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Fu Hua, "Comrade, what's wrong with you...?"

"Birthday present."

Fu Hua said, "You just mentioned that today is Auntie's birthday, and these two scarves would look great with your outfit."

Cai Xiaoyan opened her mouth and looked at her mother.

Her mother was also stunned, still holding the coat she had just bought, her eyes a little red again.

Cai Xiaoyan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "Comrade, you're not a waiter here, are you?"

Fu Hua raised an eyebrow: "How did you figure that out?"

"Feel."

Cai Xiaoyan said, "You do things differently from them."

Fu Hua smiled, a rare moment of relaxed laughter: "That's not true. I'm more like... a half-owner of this shop."

"Half a master?"

Cai Xiaoyan didn't understand.

"They just invest some money, they don't usually come, but when they do, they just boss people around."

Fu Hua smiled gently.

Cai Xiaoyan paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Her mother smiled too, her wrinkles crinkling at the corners of her eyes, radiating warmth and affection.

After laughing, Cai Xiaoyan glanced in the direction of the waiters.

She lowered her voice and said, "Comrade, I, Cai Xiaoyan, am also in business. To be honest, you may not like what I'm saying."

"you say."

"They're like that..."

Cai Xiaoyan carefully considered her words.

"Playing favorites to gain favors is a bad business practice. Today is my mother's birthday, and I don't want her to be upset, otherwise I would have left long ago."

Fu Hua looked at her without saying a word.

Cai Xiaoyan added, "I was lucky to run into you this time. Next time I come, if you're still here, I'll bring my mom to pick out clothes. But if you're not here..."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Then I'll have to consider whether I have thick skin."

Fu Hua nodded: "The service quality will be different in the future, I promise."

Cai Xiaoyan looked at her, her eyes lighting up.

Without saying anything more, he put the scarf away and helped his mother walk outside.

Fu Hua personally escorted the mother and daughter to the door.

The mother and daughter walked a few steps away, and Cai Xiaoyan turned back and waved to her.

Fu Hua waved back.

In this day and age, it's not easy for women to do business.

Cai Xiaoyan is not old, but she looks like a capable and efficient businesswoman.

I don't know what kind of business she runs.

Zhang Wen followed behind Fu Hua, watching the mother and daughter walk away, and sighed.

"Huahua, I'm truly impressed by you."

She looked up: "I was watching from behind just now, and the way you treated me was like I was treating your own mother."

I've seen plenty of sales clerks at department stores and Friendship Stores, but none of them provide such excellent service as you.

Fu Hua turned around and walked back.

"They are sales clerks, I am not."

she says.

Zhang Wen followed up: "Then tell me, why are you so nice to them? You don't even know them."

Fu Hua slowed her pace and glanced at her.

"In the clothing industry,"

She said, "We're not just selling clothes."

Zhang Wen didn't understand.

"A customer came into the store and bought a piece of clothing."

Fu Hua said, "But it's also about the feeling. If you make them happy, they won't remember the clothes, they'll remember the store."

Next time I need to buy clothes, this is the first place that comes to mind.

Zhang Wen thought about it for a moment and nodded: "That makes sense."

"in turn,"

Fu Hua said, "If you make someone feel bad today, they'll go back and tell their relatives and friends, and the word will spread like wildfire, ruining your reputation. These days, reputation is more important than anything else."

Zhang Wen sighed: "Your logic won't work on those people."

She gestured towards the shop with her chin.

Fu Hua didn't reply, but pushed the door open and went inside.

Inside the store, the three fashionable women had already finished trying them on.

A pile of clothes lay on the floor, and the shelves were in disarray.

The waitress with her ponytail was squatting on the ground tidying up, her smile long gone.

The curly-haired woman took one last look at herself in the mirror.

He took off his coat and threw it on the counter.

"This one won't do; it makes my shoulders look too broad."

The short-haired waitress quickly took it: "Then... shall we look at something else?"

"I'm not watching anymore, we're going to have dinner at the Great Wall Hotel today."

The woman with curly hair straightened her scarf and beckoned to the other two, "Let's go, let's go take another look at Wangfujing."

The three of them chatted and laughed as they walked out.

Fu Hua stood by the door and stepped aside to let her pass.

A woman with curly hair walked past her, her coat open, revealing a glimpse of sky blue underneath.

Fu Hua's gaze lingered on that color for a second.

Sky blue, satin fabric, with a small cluster of orchids embroidered on the collar.

Those were the colors and styles of the new batch of clothes that had just arrived at the store.

There is only one in the entire city of Beijing.

The woman with curly hair didn't stop walking; she pushed open the door and went out.

The bell on the door rang once.

Fu Hua withdrew her gaze and said nothing.

As soon as the shop door closed, the ponytail-wearing waitress threw the clothes she was holding onto the ground.

"Who is it?!"

She had a loud voice, and her tone was resentful: "You tried on more than twenty items, and you didn't buy a single one! Who are you trying to fool!"

The short-haired waitress was also holding back her anger: "Exactly, three people, and they don't like any of the items? I even poured them three glasses of water, what a waste."

Another waiter chimed in, "Look at them, all dressed up so nicely, but they don't spend a penny. Maybe they're just being picky!"

The girl with the ponytail pouted and said, "From now on, people like this should be kicked out as soon as they walk in."

The short-haired waitress glanced towards the door.

Lowering her voice, she said, "And that mother and daughter from earlier, they looked like they were from the countryside. They kept touching that dress for ages, I was afraid they'd get it dirty."

"you do not say,"

The girl with the ponytail said, "In the end, they actually bought it. I think it was just a coincidence that they met a pair of suckers."

"That one,"

The short-haired waitress gestured towards Fu Hua with her chin, "Zhang Wen's classmate. I didn't know she could sell clothes."

The girl with the ponytail glanced at Fu Hua and lowered her voice.

But he didn't completely stop: "Why pretend to be a good person? In our line of work, we can tell what kind of person someone is at a glance."

Those kinds of people, if they can afford good things, it's a one-time purchase; there's no next time.

The short-haired waitress covered her mouth and laughed: "Exactly, I even saw her slipping things to people, two silk scarves, just for free. It's not like the stuff in the store belongs to her, I don't know what gives her the right?"

"He's the boss's friend."

The girl with the ponytail said sourly, "Send it however you want."

Fu Hua stood by the shelf, holding a coat in her hand, as if looking at the label.

Zhang Wen's expression changed, and she was about to speak when Fu Hua reached out and stopped her.

"Let them finish babbling."

Otherwise, there won't be another chance.

The three of them were still whispering to each other.

"I've seen plenty of people like that."

The girl with the ponytail said, "They act like they're so good at business, but they're just showing off their abilities. Wait a minute, where's our manager—hey, where's the manager?"

The female store manager came out of the back fitting room, carrying several empty clothes hangers in her hands.