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

The two female guests felt pleased with themselves after being praised.

His favorability and trust towards Hua skyrocketed.

I almost always decide to buy the clothes she recommends without even trying them on.

In the end, the two spent more than 500 yuan to buy two coats and a dress, and left satisfied.

Zhang Wen stood not far away, her reserved face filled with amazement.

How did Huahua's brain develop?

Was this really her first time working as a waitress?

How can you be so skilled?

No wonder she looked down on those guys from yesterday.

If it were her buying clothes, she would buy several more.

.........

Inside KFC, Zhou Min sat by the window with two cups of cola and a few fries in front of her.

She glanced out the window; the street was mostly filled with people dressed in gray-blue cloth.

The bicycle bell rang; a state-run grocery store stood by the roadside.

You can imagine that the smell wafting out must be that of soy sauce and steamed buns.

But this shop is brightly lit and dazzling.

Warm yellow lighting, large panes of glass, clean and shiny.

A strange yet alluring fragrance filled the air.

It's not the aroma of braised meat at home, nor the smell of food from the cafeteria.

It has a crispy, milky, and slightly sweet fried food aroma.

Just one whiff and my throat tightens.

This was Zhou Min's second visit.

The first time was the day she received her first month's salary at Huaning Textile.

Unexpectedly, when she returned, she had already been fired.

Zhou Min gritted her teeth inwardly. If it weren't for Fu Hua, she would never have been so embarrassed and humiliated.

She glanced at the clock on the wall.

At 10:30, she had been waiting for almost an hour.

Those two can't be that cowardly, can they?

Two people came in through the door.

It was the short-haired woman and the ponytail woman who walked in one after the other, staring wide-eyed and looking around.

Zhou Min stood up and waved: "Over here!"

The two people walked over and sat down.

Zhou Min pushed the Cokes in front of them: "Drink up, I just bought them."

The short-haired woman took the drink, sipped it, and looked around. "Sister Min, this place is really high-class. It's my first time here."

The girl with the ponytail nodded but didn't say anything, holding her Coke cup in her hand, looking a little absent-minded.

Zhou Min looked at them and smiled, "Have you thought about what I said yesterday?"

The man with the short hair paused, then put down the cola.

"Sister Min, that matter... we discussed it last night..."

Zhou Min stared at her.

The short-haired man bit his lip: "We think... let's just forget about it. That Fu Hua seems complicated, and Boss Zhang has treated us quite well. Being fired this time was definitely our fault, and we can't blame anyone else."

"If something goes wrong with your suggestion, we can't afford the responsibility."

Zhou Min's smile froze for a second.

She looked at the short hair, then at the ponytail.

The other person kept their head down and didn't say a word, but their attitude was already very clear.

Zhou Min slowly leaned back in her chair and remained silent for a few seconds.

"OK."

She suddenly grinned and laughed a few times, then picked up her Coke and took a big gulp.

"I don't blame you for being cowards."

The woman with the short hair breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Sister Min, I'm glad you understand. Well... shall we go?"

Zhou Min nodded: "Let's go."

The two people stood up and walked outside.

As she reached the door, the woman with short hair turned back and said, "Sister Min, thank you for treating us today."

Zhou Min waved her hand.

The door closed, and the two people disappeared through the glass window.

Zhou Min sat there, staring at the two unfinished glasses of cola.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, finally turning into a cold, sinister grin.

She slowly clenched her fist on the Coke cup, the paper cup warping from her grip.

The cola overflowed from the straw and dripped onto the table.

Zhou Min sat in KFC, her gaze passing through the glass window.

It landed on the signboard of "Huaning Textile" not far away, diagonally opposite.

The signboard was polished to a shine, and the newly arrived autumn clothes were hanging in the shop window, which she had personally hung up the day before yesterday.

The fabric drapes smoothly and the color is bright.

You can see people moving around inside through the glass; it seems there are quite a few customers.

She gripped the Coke cup even tighter.

When I was kicked out yesterday, the shop was deserted.

Today is even better; there are more people than when she was here.

On what grounds?

She stared at the door, her eyes darkening.

After a while, she slammed the deformed cup on the table, stood up, and walked towards the cashier.

"Check out."

Behind the cashier stood a girl in a red vest, her hair neatly styled in a bun.

With a standard smile on his face: "Hello, that'll be three yuan and sixty cents in total."

Zhou Min paused as she reached for her wallet, her voice slightly shrill:

"How many?"

"Three yuan and sixty cents."

The waiter repeated himself, his smile unchanged.

Zhou Min paused for a moment, then looked down at the two unfinished glasses of cola and the nearly empty bag of fries on the table.

He looked up and said, "You're charging me three or four yuan and eighty cents for this little bit of stuff? Are you robbing me?"

The waiter's smile faded slightly.

"Ma'am, this has always been our price. A Coke is $1.50 a glass, and fries are $1.80 a serving, which adds up to $4.80, that's right."

Zhou Min's voice suddenly rose: "Those fries are made from rotten potatoes, why are they so much more expensive?"

The waiter looked at her, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of something else in his eyes.

"Miss,"

She said her voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the shop could hear her clearly.

"If you can't afford it, don't come. Our KFC is an international restaurant, and this has always been the price. If you think it's too expensive, you can check out other places."

Zhou Min's face flushed red.

People at the surrounding tables turned to look at her.

There were well-dressed young men and women, and parents with children.

There was also a blond, blue-eyed foreigner.

All eyes were on her, as if she were some rare and precious object.

Zhou Min opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything.

She lowered her head and hurriedly pulled five yuan from her wallet.

He slapped the counter, turned around, and walked out.

"Madam! Here's your change!"

The waiter called from behind.

Zhou Min didn't turn around, but quickened her pace, almost running out the door.

The door closed behind her.

The two cents in change lay forlornly on the counter.

The waiter curled his lip and put the money in the drawer.

Zhou Min stood outside the door, her face burning hot.

She glanced back at the glass door.

She then looked at Hua Ningfang diagonally opposite her, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She didn't linger and walked away quickly with her head down.

In the Hua Ning Textile store, Fu Hua saw off the last group of customers and turned to walk back to the cashier.

Zhang Wen was doing the bookkeeping when she looked up.

With a smile on her face, she said, "Huahua, you're so good with words! Guess how much we sold this morning?"

Fu Hua walked over and glanced at the notebook in her hand.

"Quite a few."

"That's quite a lot!"

Zhang Wen pushed the notebook in front of her.

"Look, that's twice as much as usual! We usually only sell about this much in a whole day, and we've sold it all in just this morning!"

Fu Hua glanced at the numbers and nodded.

Zhang Wen leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.

He sighed, "My dad always says there's something wrong with the clothes, the style, the factory. But in my opinion, there's nothing wrong with them, it's just a problem with the people!"

She gestured towards the store entrance with her chin: "If those guys were here, could we have achieved this sales performance? We'd be lucky if we didn't drive customers away."

Fu Hua didn't reply, but stretched.

My back is a bit sore after standing all morning.

"Wenwen,"

She asked, "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll go buy it."