I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"How much? Thirty thousand?"

Upon learning the price, Lan's mother, who had initially thought the belt was quite nice, suddenly widened her eyes.

Thirty thousand yuan.

A belt.

Let alone people from rural areas, most people from cities would find it unacceptable.

She specially brought oranges that only bear fruit once a year. How much does it cost per pound?
The recycling price this year seems to be 25 cents.

Based on this conversion, how many kilograms of oranges can one belt be equivalent to?
"What are you shouting about? Keep your voice down."

Wu Guangjiang remained quite calm, or rather, he had no choice but to remain calm, as the saleswoman was standing right next to him, and it would be embarrassing if she saw him.

"too expensive."

Lan's mother secretly tugged at her husband's arm. It wasn't that she was unwilling to spend money on her son, but rather that she simply couldn't accept his values.

In fact, Wu Guangjiang also felt it was a bit exaggerated. When he came in, he was mentally prepared, knowing that it was a luxury item, but he thought he could get it for a few thousand yuan at most. Who knew it would far exceed his expectations.

The leather jacket he was wearing was the most expensive one-of-a-kind item in town, which had been on the market for two years without selling, but he bought it for full price.

How much is it after the discount?

Less than six thousand.

How many belts could you make from the leather on his jacket?
"This belt is made of crocodile skin, so the price will be a bit higher. If you're not satisfied, you can take a look at some of the other belts over there, which will be more affordable."

Although talking about "value for money" in international luxury stores seems quite out of place, it is precisely these details that demonstrate the professionalism of the sales staff.

Sales, like teaching, requires "teaching according to aptitude," and different communication methods should be adopted for different customers.

The saleswoman, whose appearance was no less than that of a model, clearly heard Lan's mother's exclamation, but showed no reaction. Such a scene of judging people by their appearance does exist, but it doesn't happen in every store.

Different brands have different business philosophies and different requirements for the quality of their employees.

of course.

It's not entirely a brand issue.

Thousands of people and thousands of faces.

Species are inherently diverse.

"Wu Guangjiang, I told you so long ago but you wouldn't listen. Fine, just go out and find a roadside stall and buy one. I'll take your kindness into account."

The Martial Saint had no mental burdens and muttered to himself as if no one else was around, not afraid of losing face at all.

The more you care about something, the more you lack it.

If you call Bian Zaide a poor bastard, he'll probably just laugh it off, but if you call him an ugly bastard, he might get angry.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who breaks his word?"

The more Wu Sheng said that, the more embarrassed Wu Guangjiang became. Even if it were 300,000, he would grit his teeth and buy it today, let alone 30,000.

He forced what he thought was a generous smile at the sales assistant, "This one, wrap it up."

The saleswoman once again demonstrated her outstanding professionalism. She glanced at Lan's mother, then at Wu Sheng, and finally at the taciturn Boss Jiang, before asking with an impeccable polite smile, "Would you like to reconsider?"

She was definitely well-intentioned, but Wu Guangjiang didn't think so, believing that she thought he couldn't afford it.

"What are you waiting for? This one is the one."

Lan's mother remained silent.

"How do I pay?"

"Uncle, let me do it."

Someone is very considerate, doesn't talk much, but will speak up at crucial moments.

Thirty thousand yuan is insignificant to Lan Peizhi, but that doesn't mean it's the same for the Lan family.

It's not easy for an ordinary rural family to come up with 30,000 yuan.

"Hey, this is a gift we're buying for the Martial Saint, why should you pay for it?"

Although Wu Guangjiang was concerned with his image and loved vanity, he also had principles. He refused to let Jiang Chen pay the bill and reached into the inner pocket of his leather jacket.

"Wu Guangjiang, are you serious?"

The Martial Saint was astonished.

He was quite clear about his family's economic situation. Don't be fooled by Wu Guangjiang's seemingly impressive life in the village; it's all just a facade, a facade he put on.

My older sister's relationship with the family has never been very good.

"Swipe your card."

Wu Guangjiang ignored his son, took out his wallet, then pulled out a credit card and handed it to the saleswoman.

The Martial Saint was slightly taken aback, awestruck by Lao Tzu's charisma.

"Please wait."

The saleswoman was also surprised. Working in a place like this, she must have an exceptional eye for people. This couple with such a strong rural feel must have come from the countryside.

Are farmers really that rich these days?

However, if a customer wants to make a purchase, as a sales associate, there's no reason to refuse.

The attractive saleswoman, with her long black legs and high heels, temporarily left.

"Wu Guangjiang, you're quite something, you've even started hiding a secret stash of money."

Wu Guangjiang said calmly, "I've lived most of my life, how could I not have some savings?"

If Jiang Chen had paid the bill, Wu Sheng wouldn't have felt much, but 30,000 yuan carries vastly different weight for different people.

The most expensive item Wu Guangjiang ever bought for himself in his life never exceeded 30,000 yuan.

"You didn't just empty your coffin savings, did you, Wu Guangjiang? You can act cool all you want, but don't drag me down with you. I don't want people talking behind my back."

"It's just 30,000 yuan."

Wu Guangjiang glanced at his son and said, "You look down on your old man too much."

"mom……"

The Martial Saint looked at his mother.

Lan's mother smiled bitterly. The purchase was already made, and she couldn't go back on her word. Besides, her husband had always been the head of the family.

"Since your dad bought it for you, just accept it."

The Martial Saint remained silent.

The signing and card collection were completed in one smooth motion. With the sales assistant's respectful farewell, the group walked out of the flagship store of a top international luxury brand located on the first floor.

Wu Guangjiang was carrying a belt he had bought for 30,000 silver dollars. His lips were trembling slightly, and it was clear that he was also feeling the pinch.

After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

"What brand is this?"

The martial arts master, whose emotions were in turmoil and difficult to decipher, was taken aback, then a black line appeared on his forehead, "You've already spent the money, and you don't even know the brand?"

"Your father only finished first grade, and it was all in foreign languages. Do you think I could understand it?"

The Martial Saint pretended to be nonchalant and retorted as always, "Don't you surf the internet all the time? You know about the Pearl of the East China Sea and the Huangpu River, but you don't know this brand?"

"Son, what brand is this? Why is it so expensive? A belt costs 30,000 yuan. Do you think many people will actually buy it?"

Wu Sheng laughed, "Mom, do you know how much the rent is here a year? If they can open a shop here, there must be customers. This is Hermès, a world-class luxury brand. No matter what they sell, just putting this brand on it will increase the price a hundred or a thousand times. But they don't rip off poor people."

"This is Hermès?"

Wu Guangjiang was surprised.

"Don't you know this?"

"Then why doesn't it just say Hermès? Why use a foreign language label?"

He could have seized this perfect opportunity to mock Lao Tzu's ignorance, but the Martial Saint did not.

"Hermes is a foreign brand, why does it use Chinese instead of foreign languages?"

He turned around and pointed to the doorway.

"Read after me, Hermès. Remember next time, when you encounter these letters, don't go in again."

No. 20, Jinling East Road.

In front of a Gothic building made of granite.

Wu Guangjiang had already forgotten about spending 30,000 yuan on a belt and was all smiles as he asked Wu Sheng to take a picture of him and his wife.

Considering the very light yet significant birthday gift, Wu Sheng stopped arguing with Lao Tzu and cooperated by picking up his phone, deliberately stepping back a few paces to ensure the building's entrance was in the frame.

Peace Hotel. This time it's authentic Chinese.

These four simple words exude a strong Renaissance spirit, instantly pulling people back to that turbulent, legendary, and romantically imaginative era.

The Oriental Pearl Tower was arranged by Jiang Chen.

But it was Wu Guangjiang who chose to have a meal here.

"Xiao Jiang, don't argue with me, this meal is on me."

After taking a photo with Lan's mother, Wu Guangjiang turned to Jiang Chen and patted his chest with an undeniable air, pointing to the inner pocket where his wallet was, "I'm not short of money."

They certainly don't lack money.

I bought the belt for 30,000 yuan without hesitation.

With a population of tens of millions in the East China Sea, very few people are as extravagant as him.

The wheat has ripened thousands of times.

Finally, some rural people stood up.

“Wu Guangjiang, take it easy. It feels good to spend money, but you’re mortgaging your retirement.”

This is not mockery, but a sincere reminder.

Loyalty is offensive.

Only a martial saint's son would say such a thing.

Look at Jiang, standing to the side without saying a word.

"I know what I'm doing. How many times in a lifetime can you have that?"

Wu Guangjiang was very easygoing, and he casually led the group inside.

The Martial Saint clicked his tongue and couldn't help but glance at his mother's side, "Mom, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Lan's mother sighed slightly, seemingly helpless, but then smiled, her helplessness giving way to relief.

“Your dad is right. How many times can we come to a place like this?”

Seeing that even his mother said this, Wu Sheng immediately stopped talking and retreated to Jiang Chen's side, saying, "Wu Guangjiang has gone mad. He really thinks he's a tycoon. I think he really intends to use his life savings to contribute to the GDP of Donghai."

"Go and pay the bill later."

At the same time, a card was slipped into the Martial Saint's hand without leaving a trace.

The Martial Saint nodded, saying there was no need for thanks, "Brother, consider it a loan from you."

Jiang Chen, who was well-versed in human relationships, followed Wu Guangjiang inside, asking, "How much money do you owe me?"

The martial arts master, who was stuffing the card into his pocket, froze. "Brother, you're being too formal. Aren't we family?"

"..."

This kid is somewhat like Shi Qianqian; he's willing to admit his debts, but he has no intention of paying them back.

The milky white Italian marble, the bronze openwork chandelier, and the octagonal stained glass dome create a luxurious "Far East First Building" through a comprehensive and unobstructed visual integration.

Wu Guangjiang looked around and nodded repeatedly. "Ju, do you see this? This is the Peace Hotel that often appears on TV. Back when we were fighting, they said that as long as you entered here, you would be safe."

"That's all bullshit. When a country is on the verge of collapse, expecting a hotel to protect you is just wishful thinking."

The Martial Saint scoffed.

In the past, the Peace Hotel was frequented by the powerful and wealthy, with extremely high barriers to entry, making it inaccessible to ordinary people. However, with the changing times, the Peace Hotel has lowered its standards and become more down-to-earth. Anyone with money can come and spend money, and except in special circumstances, reservations are usually not even required.

"Guys, please follow me."

Watching the waiters, who looked like they stepped out of an old movie, serve him, Wu Guangjiang couldn't help but sigh.

"It's nice to have money."

"Let us take a look first, and we'll call you later."

After sitting down at an empty table, Wu Sheng took the menu.

"Ok."

As the waiter, dressed in an elegant suit and bow tie, was about to leave, Wu Guangjiang asked, "Do you have any melon seeds?"

The male waiter was slightly taken aback, guessing that he rarely heard such a request.

"Peanuts are fine too."

"Please wait."

Although the request is unusual, the customer's needs should certainly be met.

"Everyone says the East China Sea is xenophobic, but I think... it's fine."

Lan's mother grumbled that he was not as carefree as Wu Guangjiang, his posture was more restrained, and he dared not speak too loudly.

Wu Sheng opened the menu and said, "Mom, if you have money, you'll be greeted with politeness and smiles wherever you go. If you don't have money, give it a try."

“That’s perfectly normal,” Wu Guangjiang said dismissively. “Why should they be polite to you if they can’t get anything out of you?”

Avenue to Jane.

Jiang Chen discovered that although Lan Peizhi's father was not very educated, he was quite "clear-headed".

"Please enjoy."

A plate of melon seeds and a plate of peanuts were brought over, but looking at the small porcelain plates, Wu Guangjiang couldn't help but frown.

"and many more."

"Could you serve me more?"

"Who can eat this much?"

"I won't eat for free. Put it on the tab, we'll pay together later!"

earth.

That's so outdated.

Even the martial arts master looking at the menu felt a little embarrassed.

"Excuse me. I'll go and get it for you."

The waiter was about to take away the two palm-sized porcelain plates when Wu Guangjiang stopped him. If this were on his own turf, like in a restaurant in his village, he would have thrown a tantrum. But this was, after all, Dadonghai, the famous Peace Hotel, and Wu Guangjiang remained restrained.

"Go and serve two more plates."

"Ok."

The waiter apologized and left.

"Are you here to eat or to eat sunflower seeds?"

After the waiter left, Wu Sheng looked at his father peeling peanuts and said irritably.

Is it his fault for insisting on making things difficult for the other party?
Look at what they've done.

The restaurant's service was already good enough.

Fortunately, they actually found some melon seeds and peanuts. In some other places, they probably wouldn't even acknowledge you, and might even ask you to leave.

"But the food hasn't been served yet."

As he spoke, Wu Guangjiang tossed a peanut into his mouth, acting as if he were eating at a cheap, unassuming restaurant in the village.

"This is the Peace Hotel, Wu Guangjiang. Can you stop making a fool of yourself and think you can act tough here just because you have a little money?"

"What's wrong with me showing off or being arrogant? What's the problem with eating some sunflower seeds and peanuts? Besides, I'm not eating for free; I'll pay for it."

The Martial Saint smiled, opened his mouth as if to say something, but then remained silent.

The knowledge, habits, and qualities formed over decades cannot be corrected in just a few words.

"You order."

Jiang Chen interrupted, stopping the father and son's argument.

The fact that the Martial Saint could hold back already shows his growth. It's normal for him to disapprove of some of his parents' behaviors, because his parents haven't seen the world he has seen, haven't experienced the life he has been fortunate enough to have, and have lived their whole lives in their own circle, so their values ​​can't possibly be the same.

It is unfair to condemn parents for their ignorance and narrow-mindedness based solely on their limited understanding.

For example, Mr. Jiang didn't say a single unnecessary word from beginning to end, and even reached out his hand to crack sunflower seeds with him.

"Country bumpkin."

The family had put an end to their quarrel, but their vulgar behavior of eating sunflower seeds at the Peace Hotel disturbed the "refined enjoyment" of other guests.

A disapproving voice came from the next table. (End of Chapter)