Several thousand yuan was far beyond what a farm woman could normally afford, but Liu Mei had seen the world. After all, someone who had dared to spend eight thousand yuan on a qipao more than twenty years ago was hardly going to be scared off by a price like that.
Still, Liu Mei cared about getting her money's worth. If it was worth the price, fine. If not, forget it.
Shopping was about more than the product. Service mattered too, and this kind of service had soured the mood for both Liu Mei and Cheng Dongxue.
"Forget it. Let's go!"
Cheng Dongxue took Liu Mei's arm and was about to leave when a voice suddenly came from outside.
"Why leave? If you like it, buy it. Buy, buy, buy..."
The two turned and saw Zhang Yang approaching with a smile.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have work?"
His appearance genuinely startled Liu Mei and Cheng Dongxue. Zhang Yang had clearly gone to the company, so why was he here now?
"What work? My time's my own."
Zhang Yang liked this feeling of freedom. He didn't want his career to cost him every chance to spend time with his family. Cheng Dongxue could take leave easily enough, but she couldn't keep doing that, so they might as well get together on the weekend.
"Tch..."
The saleswoman turned, glanced at Zhang Yang, and snorted. That was all she had to say.
Zhang Yang wore a business suit, making him look like any other office worker or junior white-collar employee. Gong City was full of them, and they were hardly high earners.
The job market had taken a strange turn. In the past, everyone had seen education as their way forward. Later, degrees became so common that graduates were everywhere.