Yu Xing'er looked at the embarrassed lady and said with a cold face: "Mrs. Yang, I know that you don't like people like us at the bottom who work hard with our own hands. We can't leisurely stroll around the mall every day like you.
Get a manicure and have afternoon tea, but our hard work in life is no reason for you to slander us."
Yu Xing'er felt warm in her heart when she looked at Zhang Dagang, who was looking down at Zhang Dagang who was carefully selecting bayberries.
Dagang came to the store early in the morning to help him. Even though he looked a bit sloppy, Yu Xing'er didn't find it objectionable.
Instead, I began to long for the scene when the two of them got married and were busy in the fruit shop.
The lady didn't expect that Yu Xing'er couldn't get enough oil and salt, and her hands trembled with anger.
"Mrs. Yang, this is the deposit of 160,000 you made in the store, all of which will be returned to you."
After the store manager showed the receipt to Yu Xing'er, he received a nod from Yu Xing'er and transferred all the money directly to Mrs. Yang's account.
The lady glanced at the receipt in the store manager's hand and found it hard to believe it.
"Yu Xing'er, you are a female boss now."
The noble lady looked at Myolie Yu and Zhang Dagang, who was still sitting in the corner picking bayberries with no reaction, and still tried to persuade them: "Don't miss the qualifications to enter the upper class just for the sake of illusory love."
Yu Xing'er was also in a bad mood at the moment.
The lady is the largest member of their store, but she doesn't want to hear Zhang Dagang being humiliated: "I have my own sense of propriety, thank you Mrs. Yang for reminding me."
Yu Xing'er's tone was alienated. The lady in front of her came to their fruit shop just to find a good woman for her son with cerebral palsy, and he just happened to fall under her radar.
Now that she has Zhang Dagang in her heart, naturally she can no longer interact with the noble lady who has evil intentions towards her.
"Boss, have you really thought about it?" The store manager didn't want to say anything, but looking at Yu Xing'er's current love-minded appearance, he could only remind her in a low voice.
Yu Xing'er patted the back of the store manager's hand on her arm comfortingly, telling her not to worry.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Yang. I also climbed up from the bottom step by step. I lived by my own hands. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Our differences are just an extension of our background."
Yu Xing'er explained gently, but her tone was unquestionable and firm.
Ever since she opened the store, she has never made such a fuss as it is today.
Yu Xing'er's fruit shop is just a mid-level supermarket. At this time, the ordinary customers in the store applauded when they heard Yu Xing'er's words.
"The boss is right, it's just a matter of origin. Counting three generations up, no one is a farmer anymore." A man in a suit and leather shoes, who was holding a selection of bayberries, echoed.
"If you don't like it, don't buy it. You have to disgust people here. This is the quality of the upper class."
Another middle-aged man with a bald head was selecting bananas in the store. When he saw the man in a suit talking, he also intervened.
They all came from the bottom and managed to get up by relying on their own abilities.
If we talk about ability, these rich people may not be able to compare with them.
But when they go out, they will still be looked down upon by those rich people.
Thinking of those nobles who looked at people with their nostrils, the customers became more and more excited.
The lady looked at the excited customers with a flash of contempt in her eyes. These country bumpkins were like local dogs in noble dog skins. They would step on their tails and start barking randomly.
The noble lady didn't bother to talk to them more, she just felt that her style had been lowered.
She looked at the card handed over by the store manager with both hands and snatched it up: "Myolie, please think carefully. As long as you drive this bastard out of the store now, I will immediately charge one million to the store's membership card."
Yu Xing'er looked at the lady who was still pestering her and said nothing more, and directly dialed the police phone number in her hand.
The clerks all panicked and rushed to stop Yu Xing'er, but were frightened away by her sharp eyes.
"Mrs. Yang, Mr. Ling and I can't get along no matter what. This has nothing to do with anyone else. Please be careful in your words."
Yu Xing'er put down her cell phone: "The police will be here soon. If Mrs. Yang doesn't want to cause too much trouble, she'd better leave quickly."
Seeing that Yu Xing'er was really determined to drive her out, a flash of anger flashed across Mrs. Yang's face.
If it weren't for her son to see that this woman's lowly background was easy to handle, would she deserve to be so angry here?
Looking at Zhang Dagang who was squatting in the corner silently picking bayberries, Mrs. Yang's resentful eyes were like Ling Chi's blade, slicing into Zhang Dagang's body.
At this time, Zhang Dagang was already confused when the clerk returned Mrs. Yang's membership card.
He didn't expect that Yu Xing'er would actually offend such a big client just to complain about herself.
A woman who can top up 160,000 yuan to a fruit shop is definitely not an ordinary person, not to mention that Yu Xing'er directly rejected the lady's offer to top up 1 million yuan.
Besides, if this lady is offended, it will probably be difficult for Yu Xing'er's fruit shop to gain sales in the upper class circles.
"etc."
Seeing that the lady was about to leave, Zhang Dagang, who had been squatting in the corner picking bayberries, finally stood up.
The lady thought he would withdraw on his own, and the original anger in her heart gradually subsided, but what happened in the next second shocked her beyond measure.
I saw Zhang Dagang walking up to Yu Xing'er and holding Yu Xing'er in his arms: "Madam, I'm really sorry. Mying'er is my girlfriend now. Your son has no chance."
Yu Xing'er's delicate body trembled as she was held in his arms, and she obeyed without pushing him away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist shyly.
"you?"
Mrs. Yang's face was full of anger, and she really couldn't understand why Yu Xing'er was willing to give up the opportunity to enter the upper class and choose this selfish mud-legged person.
Finally, he could no longer control his temper: "Yu Xing'er, you and your mistress are both the same slut."
At this time, Mrs. Yang looked as if she had caught her daughter-in-law having an affair.
Zhang Dagang listened to Mrs. Yang's insult to Xing'er, raised his fist and fiercely grazed Mrs. Yang's ear, and hit the table next to her.
The table cracked in response, and the original solid wood table broke into several pieces. Mrs. Yang was so frightened that she jumped up instantly: "What are you doing, a mud-legged guy from the country, you want to hit someone."
Everyone was restrained by Zhang Dagang's hand. Even Yu Xing'er held his arm, fearing that he would not be able to hold back and hit him directly.
"Sorry, I'm a rude country boy who doesn't understand the rules. When my hands itch, I can't help but want to relieve the itching with my fists."
Zhang Dagang's clenched fists crackled: "When I get excited, I can't hold back my strength. Don't be afraid. I never hit good people."
Looking at the frightened lady whose face turned green and white, Zhang Dagang sneered: "But your mouth is really bad. I didn't expect that even money can't cure your bad breath. It's really pitiful."
As Zhang Dagang spoke, a true dragon's aura slowly integrated into the lady's body.
The noble lady didn't notice anything. Looking at the man and woman embracing each other in front of her, she was so angry that she kicked away the tasting fruit plate at her feet and left in shame and anger.
Out of sight of everyone, the lady angrily took out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed a phone number that she had saved for a long time but had no use for.
