"Get lost! You can't afford it. That's not a Feces Fork, that's an iPhone-X! It's nearly nine thousand yuan a unit. You could farm for a year and still not earn enough for one phone! Go on, get out, don't make a scene!"
Upon hearing the old man ask to take a look at one, the saleswoman immediately turned hostile, scolding him without any regard for his dignity.
Could an old man like this really have eight or nine thousand yuan? The saleswoman didn't think so.
"Bing Jie, don't talk like that!" another sales associate said from beside the haughty woman.
"Fine. I can't be bothered to waste my breath on him. Xiao Fan, you're the nice one. You talk to him." Although she wasn't offended by her colleague's words, the saleswoman named Bing Jie still waved her hand dismissively and walked over to another counter.
