"Xiao Bei, you are finally here. Come on, put on your work clothes. We are all very busy."
Xiaozhen was the first salesperson hired into Qijun Clothing Store, so she had some understanding of the Zhao family. When she saw Xiaobei coming in, she quickly handed him her work clothes.
Zhao Xiaobei smiled and nodded, then went to the changing room to change clothes. Zhao Xiaobao felt that there was nothing for him to do, so he turned around and left. However, not long after he left, two more girls came into the store.
Zhao Ying and Zhao Jing came to Qijun Clothing Store. Looking at the wool dresses hanging on the wall with novel styles and exquisite materials, greedy gleams appeared in their eyes.
"Hey, take this dress off. I want to try it on."
Zhao Jing looked at Xiaozhen who was busy standing beside her and gave orders in a domineering manner.
Xiaozhen frowned, as she had a customer on hand, but she still explained gently that the dress was made of wool, and they would only take it down if you were sure you wanted to buy it, otherwise the dress would easily be damaged by trying it on.
"Of course I want to buy it, you can take it down."
Xiaozhen nodded. The proprietress said that one should not judge people by appearance. Although the two girls were dressed simply, they did not necessarily mean they were poor.
For example, Zhao Qijun's cousin Cheng Qiao, her clothes look very ordinary, but she owns a courtyard house. You know, it costs a lot of money to maintain a courtyard house.
Zhao Jing and Zhao Ying finally got to wear the woolen dresses as they wished. Standing in front of the large mirror, they looked at themselves in the dresses and found that even their temperament had changed. They were extremely satisfied.
"We want these two skirts, and you can pack up our clothes."
Xiaozhen was very happy. She sold two dresses worth 120 yuan at once and got a commission of 6 yuan. That was great.
But when they saw Zhao Ying and Zhao Jing carrying the packed old clothes and leaving, they couldn't help but get anxious: "Hey, you two girls, pay for the clothes."
"Pay, what are you paying for? Do you know who owns this store? It's my cousin Zhao Qijun's store."
Xiaozhen was stunned for a moment, and then a knowing smile appeared on her face. Seeing Xiaozhen smile, Zhao Jing also smiled. He was a sensible person.
"My boss lady said that Qijun only has a cousin named Cheng Qiao, a cousin brother and a cousin sister named Zhao Xiaobao and Zhao Xiaobei, and no other brothers and sisters."
Zhao Jing's eyes suddenly widened. Zhao Qijun, this money-loser actually dared to deny the two of us sisters. But she had no choice but to look at Zhao Ying.
Zhao Ying also frowned. There was an event at school next week and both sisters were going to participate. Unfortunately, they had no decent clothes to wear, so they could only come here and look around.
These two dresses look so beautiful on me, they are pink and tender, and they will definitely be the center of attention on the day of the event.
"We are really Zhao Qijun's cousins. My father is her father's cousin, and we are her cousins."
"I don't care about cousins. Last time Cheng Qiao and Zhao Xiaobei came to buy clothes, the boss lady said she didn't charge them. They paid, so you two should pay too."
As soon as Zhao Ying saw that something was wrong, she reached out and pushed the salesperson away, preparing to flee, but Zhao Xiaobei was standing in front of her with a smile on his face, but it was ridiculous.
"Xiao Bei, are you here to buy clothes too?"
Zhao Xiaobei didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand: "One hundred and twenty, take the money."
It was only then that Zhao Ying noticed the clothes on Zhao Xiaobei and her eyes widened. This money-loser had actually become a salesperson at Qijun Clothing Store.
With a turn of his eyes, he came up with a plan: "Sister Beibei, you work here, how about I come here to work too, and then the salary can be used to pay for this dress?"
"I can't make the decision on this, but either take off your clothes or pay me and don't talk nonsense to me."
Zhao Jing was so angry that she grabbed Zhao Xiaobei's hair from behind and pulled it down hard. Zhao Xiaobei's scalp felt tight and he fell to the ground in pain.
When Zhao Ying saw this, she turned around and ran. The two salesmen didn't care about Zhao Ying. They first grabbed Zhao Jing's arm and pinched it hard. The pain made Zhao Jing let go.
"Call the police, someone is stealing clothes."
The customers couldn't stand it anymore. These two sisters not only robbed clothes, but also beat people. Who gave them the courage to do this
When Zhao Jing heard that they were going to call the police, her heart skipped a beat. She broke free from the two sales clerks and was about to run out the door. Coincidentally, Zhao Qijun parked his bicycle and walked in.
"Qijun, stop her."
Zhao Xiaobei touched his head and tried hard to stand up.
"What's wrong?"
"Big sister, I just wore a piece of clothing from your store, but you see Sister Beibei, she beat and scolded me, and my hands were even bruised by them."
Zhao Jing also wanted to run away, but was caught by the two salesmen. He could only turn the tables and put all the blame on Zhao Xiaobei.
"Did you pay for the clothes you're wearing?"
Zhao Qijun asked coldly.
"I have no money. I told them I'm your cousin, but they just don't believe me."
Zhao Qijun was so angry that she laughed. How could she take clothes so openly without money? She glanced at Xiaozhen and said, "Sister Xiaozhen, go report to the police. Someone stole clothes and beat people up."
"Zhao Qijun, don't forget that your last name is Zhao. What good will it do you if you take us to the Public Security Bureau?"
"There are too many benefits. First, you might be expelled from school. Second, it will serve as a warning to others. Third, well, I haven't thought of it yet, but there will definitely be one in the future."
Another salesperson, Xiaoqing, held Zhao Jing tightly. Xiaozhen ran out to report to the police, but was stopped by Zhao Ying who had returned.
"Sister Qijun, don't call the police. The school has an event next week and we need this dress. For the sake of our relationship, can we write an IOU?"
"I can do that. After all, we are relatives. Even if we are no longer related, this is the first and last time. You can write an IOU. Oh, and include the interest."
"you… "
"What are you talking about? Do you want to write it or not?"
Zhao Ying had no choice but to write an IOU. But when she signed her name and asked Zhao Jing to sign, Zhao Jing pushed Zhao Ying away:
"You are not my sister anymore. You just hide away and leave me alone. I fought for you, and now you want me to sign. Dream on."
Zhao Ying was choked. Indeed, if Zhao Jing hadn't pulled Xiao Bei's hair, she wouldn't have been able to escape. But she was back, wasn't she? Besides, each person bought one piece of clothing, so why should she pay for it alone
"Sign it or not. If you don't, I'll write my own copy. When Sister Qijun reports it to the police, don't say I didn't warn you."
Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Ying viciously. The relationship between the two sisters was completely broken from that moment on. Zhao Qijun and Zhao Xiaobei looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.