Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

A sales assistant dressed in a black suit approached with a professional smile.

Good afternoon, everyone. What would you like to see?

After saying that, the sales assistant quickly glanced at the three people.

Ding Heng was wearing a regular sweatshirt and casual pants; the brand was unreadable.

She wore simple, ordinary sportswear and a backpack that cost around a hundred yuan.

Zhao Yanxi's Hanfu looked quite expensive, but she didn't seem like a target customer.

The sales assistant made a preliminary judgment: they were just young people watching the spectacle.

Zhao Yanxi asked frankly, "I'd like to buy a bag. Do you carry the Constance bag?"

The sales assistant was quite professional; she maintained her smile, which further convinced me of my judgment.

The Constance bag is one of the harder-to-buy Hermès styles; it's not expensive, but the quantity is also limited.

People who ask this question right away are most likely laymen who have never been exposed to luxury goods.

The sales assistant politely said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, we don't have Kang Kang bags in stock right now. Would you like to take a look at our other products?"

Zhao Yanxi suddenly realized, "I understand, you need to purchase additional goods, right? I saw it on Douyin."

"Ma'am, we don't use the term 'combination of goods'..."

The sales assistant's smile twitched slightly as she secretly began to analyze the situation.

Zhao Yanxi was not at all shy when she came in, and spoke directly and generously.

They're either hotheads or they're confident.

The girl in front of me... should be the latter.

The sales assistant's smile became more genuine: "Would you like to take a look at this one in our store...?"

She took out a shopping basket, the most common Hermès style.

"So ugly."

Zhao Yanxi spoke frankly, her face showing obvious disdain.

"Excuse me, ma'am, we..."

Before the sales assistant could finish speaking, a tall and beautiful figure walked into the store.

Zhao Yanxi turned around and was suddenly startled.

Lin Man!

Is it really that much of a coincidence?

The sales assistant's face lit up with a bright smile the moment she saw Lin Man. She was about to go up to her when Lin Man raised her hand to stop her.

"Why did you call them over? Do you want to buy them a bag?"

Lin Man approached Ding Heng, her foxy eyes sparkling.

Ding Heng smiled and said, "If you really want it, it's not impossible."

Lin Man pouted cutely: "Forget it, I'm not really interested in buying a bag lately."

"Then you can help my dear sister pick one out."

Ding Heng raised his chin and pointed at Zhao Yanxi.

Lin Man turned her head to glance at Zhao Yanxi, and exclaimed inwardly, "Holy crap!"

Why does this stinky man have to eat so well?

Are all the people around me exceptional?

The woman in Hanfu was so elegant and refined; she looked like she had stepped out of a painting.

There was another person in sportswear next to her. Although she was dressed simply, her face and figure were absolutely stunning.

Lin Man remained calm and approached the sales assistant, saying, "Sister Li, this is my friend. She'd like to take a look at Kang Kang bags."

As a regular customer, Lin Man visits the store at least two or three times a quarter, and each time she spends a considerable amount of money. She is usually personally served by the store manager.

The sales assistant immediately changed her attitude: "Ms. Lin's friend, please wait a moment."

She turned and went into the storeroom, and a few minutes later she took out an orange Constance bag.

"This is a new color that just arrived, size 19, which is perfect for young girls."

Zhao Yanxi stood there, stunned, her mind a little blank.

She went to great lengths to see Lin Man, but unexpectedly, it all came so easily.

Furthermore...Did Ding Heng just call Lin Man out like that, without any attempt to conceal it?

How should she deal with this?

Be more generous?

Or should we remain hostile?

Zhao Yanxi's mind was a complete mess until the sales assistant handed her the bag.

"Ma'am, would you like to take a look?"

Zhao Yanxi snapped out of her daze, but she had no time to look at the bag now. After fiddling with it briefly, she handed it back to the sales assistant.

"This is fine, please wrap it up for me."

The sales assistant looked at Lin Man, who smiled calmly.

"Wrap it up for her. Let me look at some other scarves. Do you have any new styles lately?"

The implication is—don't worry, I'll handle the order fulfillment; you won't suffer any losses.

The sales assistant's eyes lit up, and she quickly went over: "Yes, yes, Ms. Lin, look, this is what we just arrived..."

The group went to the counter to pay.

Wenjing gritted her teeth and asked, "How much?"

"Madam, that's fifty-three thousand eight in total."

Wenjing paused, took a deep breath, and scanned the code to pay.

The payment completion notification popped up, and Wen Jingxin felt like her heart was bleeding.

Putting away her phone, Wenjing returned to Zhao Yanxi's side and gave her a long, quiet glance.

How come I never realized before that my best friend was such a spendthrift!

Zhao Yanxi felt a little guilty and muttered softly, "Little Jingjing, don't be angry, I promise! I won't ask Brother Ding Heng for anything before the New Year..."

Wenjing didn't speak, but let out a soft snort through her nostrils.

The meaning is clear—you'd better be!

Chapter 124: Treating Everyone Fairly

A short while later, Lin Man followed her out of the store, carrying scarves and other accessories.

She walked up to Ding Heng, waving the bag in her hand: "Here, all done."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Thanks."

"You're welcome. I'll buy them as gifts for my friends."

Lin Man turned her gaze to Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing beside her and began to scrutinize them carefully.

Zhao Yanxi, dressed in Hanfu and with simple and elegant makeup, exuded the air of a well-bred lady just by standing there.

She's dressed casually with no makeup, wearing sportswear; her features are youthful and cute, and her figure...

Lin Man's gaze swept over Wen Jing's chest.

Good heavens! It's bigger than me?

She clicked her tongue twice in her mind.

No wonder he's a rich kid who can stay in a presidential suite every day; the women around him never repeat themselves.

Lin Man withdrew her gaze: "Who are these two?"

Ding Heng said casually, "Didn't I tell you, dear sister?"

Good sister?

Haha, even a fool wouldn't believe that.

Lin Man extended her hand to Zhao Yanxi and said, "Hello."

Zhao Yanxi was stunned for a moment.

what is this?

Did the fox spirit provoke them on her own initiative?

She remained calm and composed, replying gracefully, "Hello, thank you for today, sister. My name is Zhao Yanxi. I haven't asked your name yet."

Lin Man blinked: "Lin Man, just call me Sister Xiao Man."

"Okay, Sister Xiaoman."

Zhao Yanxi's smile remained unchanged, but she was inwardly ranting and raving.

Sister Xiaoman?

Who wants to call you sister?

Why is this vixen pretending to be a wolf in sheep's clothing?

Lin Man turned to Wen Jing: "And who is this?"

Wenjing was a little reserved: "I, my name is Wenjing..."

Lin Man nodded: "Hello."

She looks like an introverted, obedient girl, timid and soft-hearted. I guess Ding Heng has completely subdued her, inside and out.