The generations of kneeling rich businessmen in the capital still didn't come out to acknowledge this group of stinky brothers. The identity of the limited edition sports car owner became a mystery for the time being, and it was unknown that he had triggered a sensational event. Song JinXing drove the limited edition sports car all the way into the mall owned by the Song family. Zhong Ruanxing had obviously been here before: “Sister, I want to go to the fourth floor to buy little skirts!” She also knew the fourth floor sold children’s clothing.
Song JinXing held her hand and walked her down from the car: “I’ll buy you some in a bit.”
He first went to the first floor to buy a new mobile phone and get a phone card, then sent the new number to Zhong Ruanxing: “This is the new number I just got, pass it on to Fu Ling and tell him this is your personal number. I will contact him directly with this number in the future.”
Constantly passing messages through Zhong Ruanxing as an intermediary was always a bit troublesome.
Zhong Ruanxing replied very quickly:
- Got it, sent it. [Picture] [Picture] [Picture], what are you doing, look at the words I practiced, do they look alike?
Song JinXing opened it and took a look. The pictures were of signatures she had practiced to imitate his handwriting, and they already looked about fifty percent similar. He lowered his head to take a picture of Zhong You, who was sitting at his feet flipping through a picture book of fairy tales, and took another picture of the row of bookshelves in front of him.
- You practiced well. Buying books, [Picture] [Picture].
Zhong Ruanxing, who was lying on the desk diligently practicing writing, opened WeChat and first looked at her cute little sister with a smile. But when she opened the other photo, her smile slowly froze.
The bookshelves in the photo were clearly selling books related to actors.
"The Actor's Self-Cultivation," "Six Lectures on Acting," "Fundamentals of Theatrical Performance," "Basic Skills of the Artistic Language of Actors"...
A sense of urgency forced Zhong Ruanxing to solemnly open the Dangdang app on her phone and start placing orders: "Economics Encyclopedia," "Encyclopedia of Money and Finance," "Rich Dad Poor Dad," "A Walk down Wall Street," "If You Don't Understand How to Lead a Team, You'll Work Yourself to Death"...
Save me! She didn't want to compete either! She was forced!
This damned competitiveness, she absolutely could not lose!
Scholar-type people really were so annoying.
Song JinXing, the studying overlord, selected the books he needed, then asked Zhong You at his feet: “Did you pick the ones you want?”
Zhong You the little girl hugged four books: “I picked them!”
Song JinXing expressionlessly removed the topmost copy of "The Cold Overbearing President Passionately Kisses and Runs with His Little Wife" and put it back on the shelf.
Zhong You protested loudly: “But the drawings were nice!”
Song JinXing carried her to checkout: “Read your fairy tale books.”
After buying books for Zhong You, he also took her to the fourth floor to buy little skirts. Not to mention buying clothes for a little girl, he hadn’t even bought his own clothes before, they were all custom made and delivered to his door. Besides, his own clothing was mainly suits, with basically uniform styles, not colorful like children’s clothing.
Zhong You tried on seven or eight pink princess skirts and excitedly asked him: “Sister, which one looks best?”
Song JinXing felt these skirts all looked the same: “They all look good.” He told the salesperson: “We’ll take them all.”
Zhong You’s eyes widened in surprise and she whispered to him: “Sister, do we still have money?”
Song JinXing practically demonstrated to her that he still had money.
After buying skirts, shoes, and everything else for Zhong You, he felt he couldn’t play favorites and also went to buy a couple sets of clothes and some gifts for Zhong You’s parents. Song’s mall had porter service, so service staff from the mall followed the two sisters carrying bags big and small. As they passed the luxury goods stores, Song JinXing's footsteps paused.
He didn’t have much interest in these things, but remembering the few outdated designer bags in Zhong Ruanxing’s wardrobe, he still led Zhong You inside.
Even dressed entirely in non-name brands, the cold and noble aura about him kept the store employees from daring to ignore them. They enthusiastically led the adult and child around introducing things. Song JinXing pointed out all the bags he felt were good looking: “I’ll take these.”
A big customer!
The luxury store clerks immediately offered them refreshments, and enthusiastically said: “Miss, our VIP section is upstairs, with new items for this season. Please feel free to go take a look.”
The new season's items included bags as well as clothes and shoes. Song JinXing didn't want to try on clothes, and as for the high heels the clerk introduced... forget it, he could just try them on to see if they fit, it wasn’t like he had to wear them himself anyway, Zhong Ruanxing could wear them later.
He had just taken off his shoes when another clerk suddenly rushed upstairs looking anxious. She whispered something to the clerk serving Song JinXing, and both of their expressions changed a little. They glanced at the customer trying shoes and spoke apologetically: “Miss, sorry, we suddenly received notice to clear and close the store, very sorry this ruined your shopping experience. The bags you looked at earlier we will have someone specially deliver to your home. Very sorry we cannot continue serving you now. To make up for it, may we offer you a silk scarf, what do you think?”
Song JinXing frowned. “Clear everyone out all of a sudden?”
The clerk looked very apologetic. “Yes, we also just received sudden notice, truly very sorry about this.”
Song JinXing didn’t make things difficult for her either. He put his shoes back on and pulled Zhong You, who was eating desserts, to leave. The first floor, which had other customers browsing just a moment ago, was now empty, with almost all the clerks standing at the door, as if to welcome some important figure.
Song JinXing had thought clearing the store was because of the store's issues, but seeing this scene, there was nothing unclear.
Frowning, he turned back to ask the clerk who had served him: “You’re suddenly clearing the store because someone booked it out?”
The clerk looked awkward. “Sorry Miss, because the other party is an extremely important customer...”
She didn’t get to finish because Song JinXing’s gaze was too penetrating. “The mall has rules that each store must book in advance to close for private events. Since when did we start suddenly clearing out for other customers on a whim?”
The Song family valued each brand under them, so naturally there were service rules for mall customers too. Inconveniencing other customers for the sake of one important customer was surely inappropriate, so there were clear guidelines about booking in advance for store takeovers, and stores could not suddenly clear out and drive away other customers except for force majeure.
This store had obviously violated the mall’s rules.
According to the contract, the Songs could terminate their cooperation and force the brand to withdraw from the mall.
His aura was too overbearing, even with a different appearance, the dignity of his status was hard to conceal. The clerk was frightened speechless by his interrogation, stammering and not knowing how to explain further. Song JinXing didn’t make things hard for her either. “Get your store manager here.”
The clerk shivered in fright. “Miss, I...”
Before she could finish speaking, a casual arrogant voice suddenly sounded from the entrance: “What are you all standing around for, go on, don’t crowd around me, we’ll look around ourselves.”
Song JinXing frowned, turning to look in the direction of the voice.
It was actually Song Lecheng, his arm wrapped around a woman with delicate features and a flirtatious air, acting as if he was back at his own home: “Pick whatever you like. If you see something you want, take it.”
The woman looked shy and pleased. “Thank you, Second Young Master.”
The clerk serving Song JinXing whispered behind him: “Miss, that’s the Song family’s second son, this mall is his family’s property. Very sorry about suddenly clearing the store, but we really can’t defy his requests...”
She didn’t get to finish because Song Lecheng was displeased by Song JinXing's gaze and looked over.
Their eyes met, and he was first stunned, then his face broke into a malicious smile as he walked over to Song JinXing.