"That's it. Don't ask Mr. Zhang for his opinions."
"Just make your own claims."
"Selling this bag to this Mr. Zhou, isn't it appropriate?"
Although, Zhou Xiaolu just came to this luxury store less than a month ago.
Being a rookie is not a fake, but the clay figurine still has three points.
Moreover, Zhao Weiwei was so brazen.
He rode directly on his head to **** and urinate.
If, if this bad breath.
She Zhou Xiaolu chose to put up with it.
Since then, she has no need to hang around in this luxury store!
Just looking at it, Zhao Weiwei's face just lived.
"Oh, I said Zhou Xiaolu, you've been able to grow up in just a few days since you came here, right?"
"Do you know who this Boss Zhou is standing in front of me?"
"I tell you, this Zhou boss is called Zhou Jingye."
"He is, the chairman of our Quzhou Jinkla Fertilizer Plant."
"It's worth more than ten million yuan."
"A big man like Boss Zhou, can you offend you!"
At this time, Zhao Weiwei was talking nonchalantly.
Regarding this week, the "glorious deeds" of Jingye Jinkla Fertilizer Plant.
This flattering, this grandma flattery said.
Someone who knows.
Knowing that he is Zhou Jingye, he is just the director of a small fertilizer plant.
Someone who doesn't know.
I thought that this week, Jingye's family drove the aircraft factory, the director of the military factory of the tank.
Zhao Weiwei really flattered the grandmother and betrayed a small figure who behaved well.
Live the interpretation!
And this time.
Obviously, this boss Zhou is obviously comfortable with the slap of Zhao Weiwei.
"Well, I'll ask you something as big as possible."
"This bag, did the little red guy pay before?"
Zhou Jingye listened to his beer belly and walked forward step by step, shouting.
"No ... no ..."
Originally, Zhou Xiaolu was thinking about a good theory with Zhao Weiwei.
At this time, it was also a question asked by this week's dedication.
Then suddenly there was no anger.
After all, the line that the customer is God is the same in every line.
This is especially true of sales with Zhou Xiaolu.
Although Zhou Xiaolu was able to fight for this bag's ownership, she could argue with Zhao Weiwei.
But if, let her talk to a ViP customer in a store like Zhou Jingye.
With a beard and a stare, Xiaolu has this heart and has no courage this week.
At the moment, Zhou Jingye was questioned.
It softened in a few minutes, a little suffocated, said.
"Isn't there payment?"
"Since it hasn't been paid, it's not easy for the high bidder to succeed."
During the talk, Zhou Jingye patted his beer belly with great hands, full of pride and truth.
"Whoever pays for this bag is for everyone."
Said, Zhou Jingye glanced at the price tag on the bag, and then said.
"Isn't this bag sold for 500.00 yuan?"
"I added 100.00 yuan, I bought 600.00-!"
After hearing this from Zhou Jingye, Zhou Xiaolu on the side was completely silent at this time.
Indeed, as Jingye said earlier this week.
Although, in truth, it is true that one will come first.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaofan is indeed the person who first liked this bag ...