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

The three wanted to go up and complain, but the female store manager glanced at Fu Hua and Zhang Wen and frowned slightly.

His tone was impatient: "Stop standing there, what are you doing? Hurry up and pack your clothes, aren't we serving customers?"

The three waiters stood there, stunned, and looked at each other.

The girl with the ponytail was about to say something when the short-haired waiter tugged at her sleeve.

The three of them sheepishly walked to the pile of clothes and began hanging them on the hangers.

Fu Hua didn't leave.

She stood by the counter, watching them hang up their clothes one by one, their movements careless and sloppy.

"etc."

She suddenly spoke.

The three people stopped and turned to look at her.

Fu Hua walked over, picked up a piece of clothing from the pile, looked at the label on the collar, and then put it down.

She straightened up and looked at the female store manager.

"Those three people just now, they tried on more than just these few items, didn't they?"

The female store manager's expression changed, but she didn't say anything.

The waitress with the ponytail retorted defiantly, "Comrade, I know you're Boss Zhang's friend and Zhang Wen's classmate, but what happens in our shop is none of your business, is it?"

Fu Hua ignored her, her gaze still fixed on the female shop manager's face.

Zhang Wen walked over, stood next to Fu Hua, and cleared her throat.

"this,"

She pointed at Fu Hua and said solemnly, "This is Fu Hua, the other owner of our Hua Ning Textile. She was there when we opened. Didn't you recognize her?"

The expressions on the faces of the three waiters froze.

The store manager, who was doing the accounting not far away, paused and suddenly looked up.

The woman with the ponytail opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

The short-haired waitress lowered her head and began counting the clothes in her hands.

Another waiter took a step back and leaned against the shelf.

"Boss...?"

The girl with her ponytail forced a smile.

"We...we don't know...we've never heard of it."

Zhang Wen ignored her and looked at the female store manager, her expression serious and cold: "You don't know her either?"

"How could that be? I know him. I've heard Boss Zhang mention this young boss before. I didn't expect him to be your classmate, Wenwen. He's really young and capable."

The female store manager looked unpleasant. She stared at Fu Hua, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her smile was fake and perfunctory.

Fu Hua smiled faintly: "Those people tried on more than just these few clothes. I think it would be better to double-check."

"Of course, of course."

The female store manager chuckled dryly and urged the three sales staff, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and count the clothes and hang them up."

The three of them then got to work, counting each item one by one and hanging them on the hanger.

The short-haired waiter stopped counting halfway through.

She looked up, her face pale.

"Manager..."

Her voice trembled slightly, "One item is missing..."

"What's missing?"

The girl with the ponytail leaned closer.

"That sky-blue... little coat."

The short-haired waiter's voice grew softer and softer.

"It's the one with the orchid embroidered on the collar."

The three of them were stunned, looking at each other in disbelief.

The girl with the ponytail swallowed hard and turned to look at the female shop manager.

A single garment from Huaning Textile can earn them a year's salary.

Even the simplest garment made with the least amount of fabric costs two or three hundred yuan, which they can't afford to pay for.

A waiter once lost a jacket.

He ended up taking out high-interest loans, which led to the loss of his shop, and he was eventually fired by Boss Zhang.

Although Huaning Textile has many rules, the wages and benefits are also high.

Even department store sales clerks don't earn as much as they do.

During holidays and festivals, Boss Zhang is never stingy; he gives out all sorts of bonuses and benefits until his hands are sore.

It's even better than a government-affiliated workplace.

Relatives and friends, who wouldn't envy them for finding such good jobs?

If I get fired, where will I put my face?

You won't find a job this good in Beijing.

If this happened normally, they could take advantage of the boss's absence to tamper with the accounts and falsify the records.

But today...

The girl with the ponytail glanced at Fu Hua, then at Zhang Wen, and felt a chill run down her spine.

You can't fake it in front of these two people.

"Manager..."

She called out softly.

The female store manager ignored her.

She stared at Fu Hua, her gaze carrying something else.

"Too little?"

She spoke, her voice remarkably steady.

"That's right, it's not too much. I sold that dress a couple of days ago when you weren't here, but I haven't had time to clear the bill yet."

The three waiters' eyes lit up immediately.

The girl with the ponytail nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, it's sold. I remember, it was the day before yesterday, a woman bought it."

The short-haired waitress chimed in, "Yes, yes, I remember too."

Fu Hua looked at them without saying a word.

The female store manager took two steps forward, stood in front of Fu Hua, and looked directly into her eyes.

"Comrade Fu,"

She said calmly, "Although you are the boss, you don't come to the store often, so you're not very clear about what's going on here. We usually go over projects every few days."

Fu Hua was just someone who didn't get involved in anything.

She knows best which clothes have been sold and which are still in stock.

She said that item was sold, and that's it.

Even if it's the boss, what can he say?

The female store manager paused, glancing at Fu Hua, whose dark complexion didn't look good.

His voice hardened: "If you don't trust me, then I can't be the store manager anymore. You'll have to find someone else."

The three waiters exchanged glances, their eyes filled with smugness.

They had seen this move before.

The store manager had done this before, threatening to resign to pressure Boss Zhang, and he always managed to get away with it.

Boss Zhang is a good-tempered and reasonable person.

They wanted to rely on the shop manager's experience and insight from his previous apprenticeship in a tailor shop, and they didn't want to cause trouble, so they always gave in in the end.

The female store manager was also waiting, her eyes filled with confidence.

They were waiting for Fu Hua to say something conciliatory, waiting for her to give them a way out.

Fu Hua looked at her, her face expressionless.

"it is good."

Fu Hua spoke.

The female store manager was taken aback.

"Then pay your wages."

Fu Hua replied coldly, "Find another job."

The female store manager's face turned pale instantly.

Fu Hua turned to the three waiters: "And you three, before you leave, settle the compensation for that little jacket."

"Why should I?!"

The girl with the ponytail panicked, "The store manager said they've all been sold!"

"Where's the bill?"

Fu Hua asked.

The girl with the ponytail opened her mouth.

"Shouldn't there be a record of the clothes sold?"

Fu Hua said, "Where are the sales orders? Where are the payment records? What day were they sold? Where is the inventory list? Take them all out and let me see."

No one spoke.

The female shop manager's face turned from white to red. She hadn't expected Fu Hua to be so meticulous. Her chest began to heave.

"Comrade Fu!"

Her voice suddenly rose, "Don't push your luck! I've worked here for almost a year, and Boss Zhang has never treated me like this! Aren't you just trying to use this as an excuse to force me out?"

Fu Hua ignored her and turned to look at Zhang Wen.

"Bring over the ledgers and inventory."

Zhang Wen paused for a moment, nodded, and turned to rummage behind the counter.

The female store manager stood there, her fingers clenched so tightly they turned white.

She stared at Zhang Wen's retreating figure, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something, but then swallowed the words back.

The ledger has been brought over.

Zhang Wen opened the book and searched through the pages one by one.

"A light blue undergarment..."

She muttered to herself, "Orchid embroidery on the neckline... I received six pieces, sold two last week, and the day before yesterday..."

Her finger stopped on a line of text, and she looked up.

There was no sales record for this garment the day before yesterday.

The store was quiet for a few seconds.

The female store manager's expression completely changed.

"impossible!"

She snatched the ledger and looked down at it.

As she looked at it, her hands began to tremble.

"Perhaps I forgot to write it down."

She explained guiltily.