After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

The automatic glass door of the mobile phone store slowly opened in front of Lin Ye, and a cool breeze carrying the faint smell of electronic components unique to new mobile phones when they leave the factory wafted out.

This store is located in a commercial complex next to the amusement park. It is an official direct-sale store of a certain brand. The decoration is a signature minimalist style - gray and white marble floor, light wood display table, and a huge LED screen on the wall that plays the new GG mobile phone in a loop.

The warm white spotlights illuminated each display unit, making it look like an exhibit in a museum.

Lin Ye leaned against the display table.

Yellow Hair followed closely behind, placing the phone with the cracked screen that could snag hair on it on the table.

Then there's the phone with the flowery legs whose battery is bulging, the phone with the green hair whose front camera got dusty, the phone with the pink hair whose charging port has poor contact, and the phone with the flowery arms whose screen isn't broken but has several dents on the frame.

The teller was a young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a black branded polo shirt with his name tag pinned to his chest.

He walked out from behind the counter, glanced at the row of broken cell phones on the display table, and frowned very slightly.

He worked at the brand's directly operated store for over a year. While not all of the customers he served were particularly well-dressed, at least no one would bring five or six broken, dusty, and shabby phones to trade in for a new one.

The young man in front of me was wearing a dark gray T-shirt and khaki casual shorts, with canvas shoes on his feet. He was followed by a group of girls with brightly colored hair. He didn't look like someone who could afford to shop in the flagship store.

But his professional ethics compelled him to follow the procedure, open the valuation system, connect the old phones one by one to the testing equipment, type on the keyboard for a while, then look up and give a price quote.

"Sir, we can buy back these old machines at their depreciated price, which should be a little over a thousand yuan off. Would you like to take a look at our store's cost-effective models—for example, this flagship model from last year, which is currently on sale for eight hundred yuan less, a great deal, and the performance is sufficient."

Lin Ye glanced down at the phone he had recommended.

It is indeed last year's flagship model, and the configuration is not bad, but the price tag on the screen says "Special offer model, limited supply", and there is a red price reduction label next to it.

He picked up the display unit, flipped it over to examine it, then put it back on the display table. Looking up at the clerk, he said in an extremely calm tone, "That's all?"

The clerk paused for a moment, unsure what the name Lin Ye meant.

Do you think the trade-in price for used devices is too low?

Still feel the recommended models aren't good enough?

Just as he was about to explain the depreciation calculation, Lin Ye straightened up from the display table, put his hands in the pockets of his casual shorts, and looked over the clerk's shoulder onto the wall behind him—the display wall was illuminated by spotlights, and the glass cabinets displayed the store's most expensive models, each with a gold-plated price tag next to it.

"Bring out the best and most expensive ones."

The teller opened her mouth.

He glanced subconsciously at the group of colorful girls behind Lin Ye, then at the canvas shoes on Lin Ye's feet, and a very subtle expression appeared on his face, somewhere between confusion and embarrassment.

He had worked at the brand's flagship store for a year and had seen all sorts of customers, but he had never seen someone wearing slippers and leading a group of girls with dyed hair speak in such a tone.

His professionalism prevented him from directly asking, "Can you afford it?", but his expression said it all.

"Sir, our most expensive model is this limited edition—it's priced at 23,999, with no discounts and no installment payments. Are you sure you want to take a look?"

The tattooed man took the cigarette out of his mouth and took a step forward.

She was wearing those black cargo pants today, the chains on the cuffs reflecting a cold light under the spotlights, and the koi fish on her tattooed arm stretched its scales as she crossed her arms.

She pulled her sunglasses down over her forehead, pointed the temple at the sales clerk, and said in a tone as cold as a can of beer straight from the freezer, "Kid, think before you speak. Our brother told you to bring out the best and most expensive item, so just bring it out. Who cares if he can afford it or not?"

The woman with the flower-patterned leg leaned against another display table, the rose tattoo on her leg glaringly red under the spotlight.

She didn't stand up, but simply placed the half-finished iced lemonade on the table, tilted her head to look at the cashier, and spoke in a light, casual tone, as if she were chatting about everyday things:

"Hey handsome, what's with that look? Our brother's canvas shoes look unremarkable, but he spent over ten thousand yuan at the mall yesterday without even blinking."

Green and pink fur peeked out from the other side of the display area, their ear loops standing out brightly under the spotlights.

The green-haired guy stood with his hands on his hips, his mint-green highlights sliding down from behind his ears, obscuring half his face. The pink-haired guy did the same, hands on his hips, his peach-pink hair swaying slightly. They shouted in unison, "That's right! Our brother has tons of money!"

Huang Mao didn't participate in the attack; she just leaned against the display table next to Lin Ye, her honey-brown twin ponytails hanging down from her shoulders, her dark brown pupils sparkling under the spotlight.

She tilted her head and looked at the clerk, her expression innocent as if she were asking what dishes were served in the cafeteria today. But what she said made the clerk completely lose her temper: "If you think we can't afford it, just say so. If you say it directly, then our brother will show you what it means to be able to afford it. Your beating around the bush is not only a waste of time, but it also makes you seem very tactless."

Just then, a crisp voice came from behind the counter.

"Xiao Zhou, go to the warehouse and take inventory. I'll take care of things here."

A female salesperson came out from behind the counter.

She looked to be around twenty years old, wearing a fitted black suit trousers and a white shirt, with the shirt tucked into her waistband, creating a neat and tidy waistline.

Her features weren't so exquisite as to be unforgettable, but together they were very pleasing to the eye—her eyebrows were naturally willow-leaf shaped, her eyes weren't big but curved as if they were always smiling, she wore frameless glasses on her nose, and her lips were coated with a very light layer of lip balm.

Her hair was long and straight, black, tied into a low ponytail with a plain hair tie and draped over her shoulder, with a few stray strands falling down from her ears and brushing against the collar of her white shirt.

The top button of the shirt was undone, revealing a small section of the collarbone, and a very thin silver collarbone chain gleamed gently under the spotlight.

As for her figure, the black trousers were slim-fitting but not tight, outlining her well-proportioned leg lines. She wore a pair of black mid-heel leather shoes with a height of three or four centimeters, and her gait was very steady.

The white shirt wasn't a designer brand, and the material wasn't particularly good, but it made her look just as good as Shen Qing and Shen Na.

She stopped in front of Lin Ye, her hands clasped naturally in front of her, and gave a perfectly natural smile that was not stiff.

Then she bowed slightly, her gaze sweeping over the broken cell phones on the display table, then over the group of colorful girls behind Lin Ye, and finally landing on Lin Ye's face.

"Hello sir, I'm Chen Man, the sales manager of this store. My colleague may not have understood your needs earlier, and I apologize on his behalf. You want to see our best models, right? We have several limited editions and top-of-the-line models in this display case. Let me take you there to take a look."