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"I'm sorry, but he's with me," Qin Xiaonan said as she walked out.

"Did you hear that? I'm here with her, not a beggar, not a migrant worker, definitely not a ragpicker. You people really need to stop looking down on others. Just look at me, do I look like a beggar to you? I'm dressed like a gentleman. I want to make a complaint," Ye Wudao announced, raising his head like a proud rooster, shouting as if he was afraid no one would hear him.

"A gentleman, this guy?"

When Qin Xiaonan thought about Ye Wudao's sleazy appearance in front of the Universal company, she suddenly felt the urge to punch him right in the nose.

"What's going on here?" At this moment, an elegant woman in an orange fashion dress with high heels emerged and asked.

"Manager Fang," the employee at the door said, visibly flustered upon seeing the woman.

"Beauty, are you the manager of this store? Perfect. I want to lodge a complaint about your staff discriminating against a customer. Just look at how handsome and stylish I am, do I look like a beggar to you?"

No matter how Fang Yi looked at him, she couldn't see him as a beggar, but he also did not look like someone who could afford high-end clothing. She had seen many wealthy people who preferred to keep a low-profile, but she could decisively say that this man was definitely not one of them.

However, as a manager, Fang Yi knew that she couldn't be short-sighted like her employees. Even if this man really was a beggar, she couldn't allow herself to humiliate him or drive him away.

"Sir, on behalf of our staff, I offer you our sincere apologies. If this incident is true, I will handle it seriously and there will be no leniency," Fang Yi said to Ye Wudao after apologizing, then turned to the employee with a stern look, "Xiao Yang, come here. Is the gentleman's complaint true?"

The employee's face went pale as soon as he saw Fang Yi's severe expression, which was filled with a hint of menace. Despite usually appearing noble and elegant—every employee's envy—when it was time for action, she was never soft.

Seeing the expression on the employee's face, Fang Yi didn't even need to ask to know the truth. Her voice was cold as she said, "That's enough. You don't need to explain. After work, go settle your salary with accounting; you don't need to come to work tomorrow."

The employee turned ashen, throwing a resentful glance at Ye Wudao, and blamed him for the loss of his job. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have lost such a good position.

"Sir, I hope you find this resolution satisfactory?" Fang Yi said, turning to Ye Wudao.

Fang Yi wasn't being heartless; it was just that the service industry couldn't afford the same leniency as other industries. Poor employee service reflected not just on the individual, but on the reputation of the store as well.

"Ah, beautiful manager, I'm usually quite a gentleman and easy to talk to. Just educate him; there's no need to fire him. It's not that big of a deal," Ye Wudao suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Rules are rules. Regardless of their status, customers are gods. To show our apologies, I will personally assist you with your shopping," Fang Yi said.

As soon as he heard that the beautiful woman would assist him with shopping, Ye Wudao quickly forgot the guilt he felt for causing someone to lose their job and nodded excitedly.

Fang Yi had originally been a model who rose to fame after winning the New Silk Road Model Competition and had even claimed various international modeling awards. However, at the peak of her career, she suddenly disappeared from the spotlight and returned to this inland city to become the manager of the Versace boutique.

The former runway star, now managing a clothing boutique in an inland city, was a connection few could make, so practically no one recognized the store manager as once having been a superstar on the catwalks.

But Fang Yi, the superstar model, seemed to have adapted to a life away from the limelight. Her fashion sense was still impeccable, and she quickly picked out a suit that was remarkably suitable for Ye Wudao—albeit shockingly expensive, causing Ye Wudao to purse his lips in surprise.

Of course, there were cheaper options, but Fang Yi seemed intent on playing a trick on Ye Wudao. So, you say you're not a beggar, that you have money for clothes? Then, I'll select the expensive ones for you.

Ye Wudao entered the fitting room to change, while Qin Xiaonan called Song Yuhan to report the situation. In her mind, Wudao was nothing more than a distant poor relative of Yuhan, who certainly didn't need such expensive clothes, so she explained the situation to Yuhan over the phone. Yuhan's response was concise—buy it for him, the more expensive the better.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Xiaonan was astonished. That suit, including the shirt and shoes, totaled about 150,000 yuan, nearly half a year's income for her. This damn rascal, to have a relative like President Song, was indeed like a grave sprouting green smoke.