The onlookers on the side looked at Cao Jian with contempt after hearing what the shopping guide said.
They thought Cao Jian was awesome just now, but they didn't expect that he couldn't even afford a windbreaker that cost less than 400,000 yuan.
The expression on Feng Jia's face suddenly froze. Soon, she came back to her senses and said calmly: "Dear, did you get the wrong card?"
Cao Jian's expression was extremely ugly, and he suddenly didn't know how to respond, because he only had one card, so why did he get the wrong card?
He was immediately ashamed and angry, and quickly winked at Feng Jia.
"Honey, what's wrong with your eyes?"
Feng Jia thought that Cao Jian's eyes were uncomfortable and asked stupidly.
"What kind of tattered clothes are these? They're so ugly, and they cost 388,880 yuan. Even if they were given to me for free, I wouldn't wear them."
Cao Jian looked down upon it and dismissed this valuable windbreaker as worthless.
"My dear, I think this windbreaker is very nice. It's almost custom-made for you."
Feng Jia refused to give up. She insisted on buying this windbreaker just to compete with Qin Xi.
If she really left, she would have lost to Qin Xi. How could she be willing to accept the opportunity she finally got?
"Let's go to Armani next door. Only poor people like them would visit this low-end brand."
Cao Jian pulled Feng Jia and was about to leave.
His words undoubtedly offended many people.
After all, there were many other people shopping in this Versace store, and his words were equivalent to scolding everyone.
All the shop assistants also had angry faces.
"Fuck! Who are you calling a poor guy when you compare a dog with something?"
When Cao Jian was about to leave, he was blocked by a burly muscular man who glared at Cao Jian angrily with a fierce look on his face.
He subconsciously took two steps back, and then realized that in his desperation, he had scolded the others as well.
Feeling countless fierce looks, Cao Jian was almost frightened and said quickly: "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to scold you, it's just that I couldn't express myself clearly."
He said, pointing at Yang Chen: "I'm talking about this kid, he is a poor guy."
"You just said that our Versace is a low-end brand?"
At this time, a middle-aged man with a store manager badge on his chest came over and asked with an indifferent expression.
Cao Jian knew that it would be difficult to leave the store peacefully at this time.
"What? I said Versace is a low-end brand, but you don't seem to accept it?"
Cao Jian said with a sneer.
"You can't even afford a windbreaker that costs less than 400,000 yuan, so what right do you have to mock Versace as a low-end brand?"
The store manager said with a mocking look.
Cao Jian suddenly became angry: "Who said I can't afford it? Is a piece of clothing worth more than 300,000 yuan expensive? Look at the shirt I'm wearing. It's from Armani. It costs more than 300,000 yuan. Look again.
The watch I’m wearing is a Rolex worth more than 800,000 yuan. Do you think I can’t afford clothes worth more than 300,000 yuan?”
After listening to Cao Jian's words, people around him noticed that he was dressed in luxury goods.
Even the manager of this store looks very ugly.
He was just a little angry because Cao Jian insulted Versace as a low-end brand, but he didn't expect that the other person was covered in famous brands.
"Haha! Although I don't have any famous brands on my body, at least they are all genuine. Unlike you, the watch is fake and even the clothes are fake."
At this moment, Yang Chen's voice suddenly sounded.
brush!
Everyone's eyes fell on him.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you poor idiot?"
Feng Jia suddenly became furious and roared at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen didn't even look at her, and stared at the small row of English letters on Cao Jian's chest.
"The English spelling of Armani is a-r-m-a-n-i, but the English spelling on the chest of your shirt is a-r-n-i-m-a. Although the icons are the same, the spelling is wrong."
Yang Chen looked joking, and his eyes suddenly fell on Cao Jian's wrist: "And this watch of yours. The English spelling of Rolex is r-o-l-e-x, but yours is r-o-l-e-s."
"Come on, Manager Cao, tell us what high-end brands your shirt and your watch are. It will also help everyone gain knowledge."
If it weren't for Yang Chen's extraordinary eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to see the English letters on the fake watch.
But the line of English letters on his shirt was very clear, and everyone could see it clearly.
"I'm going to kill you! His shirt is indeed fake. How can this be Armani? It's clearly Anima, haha!"
"I saw it too, haha!"
"Ha ha……"
…
In an instant, everyone laughed loudly, their voices full of ridicule.
Cao Jian's face turned directly into the color of pig liver, which was extremely ugly and he wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Feng Jia also looked dull. She really didn't know Cao Jian's financial resources. Cao Jian told her everything.
"Shit! This woman's bag is also fake. The correct spelling of LV is louis? vuitton. Hers is not, haha!"
"Also, this woman's shoes are also fake!"
"And the diamond rings, they are all fake!"
…
Everyone had just finished mocking Cao Jian when they suddenly discovered that Feng Jia was also wearing fake goods.
It would be fine if it was a high imitation fake, but unfortunately, all the brand icons are correct, but the English spelling is wrong. Even if you don't know how to identify luxury goods, you can tell at a glance that they are all fakes.
The whole store burst into laughter.
Cao Jian and Feng Jia's faces were full of shame and anger. They were blocked at the door and couldn't get out even if they wanted to.
"Little bitch, what are you proud of? Even if I'm wearing a fake, I'm still better than you, a bitch who was defiled and married to someone else. Since you married a loser, he must have given you a taste of being a woman.
Does it taste good?"
Being ridiculed by everyone, Feng Jia became angry and immediately pointed the finger at Qin Xi, trying to divert everyone's attention.
"You were poor when you were in college, but suddenly you founded your own company. You must have made money by selling it outside, right?"
The more Feng Jia spoke, the more excessive he became, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if he was venting the anger that Qin Xi had suppressed for many years.
Qin Xi on the side was shocked. Although she knew that Feng Jia wanted to fight with her at every turn, she never thought that this woman could say such disgusting words.
"Crack!"
Just when Feng Jia was about to continue talking, Yang Chen suddenly moved. No one noticed how he appeared in front of Feng Jia and slapped him.
A crisp slap sounded, and Feng Jia was slapped to the ground, his mouth full of blood.
"If you dare to insult her with one more word, I will kill you!"
Yang Chen's voice was filled with strong murderous intent, and it was so cold that the temperature in the entire store instantly dropped several degrees.