The onlookers around him looked at Cao Jian with contempt after hearing what the shopping guide said.
Cao Jian, who they thought was so awesome just now, can't even afford a windbreaker that costs less than 300,000 yuan.
The expression on Feng Jia's face suddenly froze. Soon, she came back to her senses and pretended to be calm and said: "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 said stupidly because Cao Jian's eyes were uncomfortable.
"What kind of shabby clothes are these? They're so ugly. They cost 288,880 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 is custom-made just 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, a chance she finally found. How could she be willing to do so?
"We went to the Armani store 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 store clerks also had angry faces.
"Bitch, who are you calling a poor person?"
Just as 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 he 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 properly 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 300,000 yuan, so what qualifications 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 200,000 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 200,000 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 anything from a well-known brand, at least it's genuine, but I don't want you. The watch is fake, and even the clothes are fake."
At this moment, Yang Chen's voice suddenly sounded.