In early spring, in a place like Shenzhen, although the cold wind is howling and the air is freezing like in my hometown, we still need to pay attention to keeping warm. Where the clothes were cut open, the cold wind hit, and Lu Qingyun suddenly felt a chill.

Haloxylon.

Looking down at the place scratched by Zhang Jing's fingers, Lu Qingyun couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that he needed to change his clothes, but he couldn't just let them lie open. Thinking like this, Lu Qingyun walked towards the city.

Walk to the big shopping mall in the center.

As a special zone, Shenzhen has transformed from an ordinary fishing village into one of the top metropolises in the country in the past few decades. The economic development is not unsatisfactory. High-rise buildings are rising straight into the sky, and the roads are busy with traffic.

The pedestrians were even more noisy and it was so bustling.

Although it is early morning at this time, the city wakes up very early. The dust from last night has not faded away, and today's hustle and bustle has already arrived.

As a master of Ming Dynasty, Lu Qingyun is particularly sensitive to the surrounding environment. As soon as he walked into the mall, he immediately noticed the eyes of many people in the mall surrounding him. The way he looked at himself was like looking at a person.

Like country bumpkins entering the city, they were full of disdain and contempt. Those people were just like the maids who led Grandma Liu into the Grand View Garden. They usually didn't feel anything, but now they felt completely superior to others, and their sense of psychological superiority was in vain.

Shaking his head, Lu Qingyun couldn't help but feel amused, and he didn't put these eyes on him. What did it have to do with the cold looks from others, so I smiled calmly and said it was none of my business, what the hell do you love.

Afterwards, Lu Qingyun walked into a clothing store. There were all kinds of clothes inside, which were all exquisite and delicious. They were really beautiful.

Standing next to the counter was a shopping guide lady, wearing a work uniform and dressed dignifiedly and beautifully. Looking at Lu Qingyun who came into the store, the shopping guide lady looked up and down, and couldn't help but secretly thought:

The man was covered in dirt, and the clothes on his body were dirty and torn. He could only buy street stall goods worth ten or twenty yuan at most. How could he have the money to buy such high-end and expensive clothes? He probably only looked at them twice.

It's just an eyesore. Thinking like this, the shopping guide lady also came up to greet him. This kind of person who is not a potential customer at all is not worth going up to explain to him.

It is said that people cannot be judged by their looks, and sea water cannot be measured. But in real life, people have to be judged by their clothes, and Buddhas are judged by their gold. After all, the same person will give people different first impressions if he is dressed inappropriately or dressed inappropriately.

. So it’s not surprising that the shopping guide has this idea.

Lu Qingyun has been accustomed to simplicity since he was a child, so he doesn't care much about the clothes he wears, and has no intention of shopping around. In his opinion, as long as he can cover his body with clothes, it doesn't matter what brand he wears, and it is comfortable to wear.

"Don't take things randomly. If it gets dirty, can you, a country bumpkin, afford to pay for it?"

With such a dazzling array of clothes, Lu Qingyun didn't know where to start, so he picked up a piece of clothing that was similar to his own body type from the hanger and wanted to try it on. If he was satisfied, he would buy it. But the shopping guide screamed,

Lu Qingyun's movements were immediately interrupted.

Although the shopping guide lady did not greet her, she had been observing Lu Qingyun's movements. She only hoped that he would leave her as soon as he was satisfied with her eyesight and not interfere with her own business. However, she never thought that this country bumpkin had no self-consciousness at all.

I still want to try on those clothes. Don’t you know that there are thousands of clothes, but people like him can try them on? So, when the shopping guide lady saw this, she immediately cursed.

Although Lu Qingyun considers himself not a generous person, he is not that stingy either. It’s just that the shopping guide’s words were really unpleasant and made Lu Qingyun instantly angry. Lu Qingyun gave the shopping guide a cold look and said coldly

:

"How much? I bought it!"

The cold words immediately made the shopping guide feel like she was in a dark place. She shuddered all over and subconsciously replied: "3999 yuan."

After saying this, the shopping guide girl reacted and thought that she was a person who had seen the world, so why was she intimidated by a shabby country bumpkin. Thinking of this, the shopping guide girl couldn't help but snorted coldly, with disdain on her face, and said sarcastically:

"Can you afford it? I've never seen anyone, and I don't want to show you how poor a country bumpkin you are, pretending to be an uncle with me, what the hell."

"Is it!"

The aggressive posture of the shopping guide added fuel to the fire, making Lu Qingyun even more angry. He uttered these two words coldly. After saying that, Lu Qingyun took out a stack of old people's heads from his pocket and counted them carefully.

, at least seventy or eighty.

These old people's heads were still part of the yellow hair that was put away after they were taken off. At that time, Lu Qingyun didn't count carefully and thought it was only a few thousand dollars. Later, when he counted it, he realized that the yellow hair he had on his body now actually reached

There were tens of thousands of dollars. Although a lot had been spent in the past few days, there were still about 40,000 to 50,000 dollars left. Lu Qingyun took them apart at will and put them in several pockets of his clothes.

After taking out the stack of old people's heads from his pocket, Lu Qingyun then used the stack of old people's heads to throw it fiercely at the shopping guide girl's fair face.

"Bang!" With a sound, the pile of old people's heads were thrown out, but with Lu Qingyun's strength, he slapped the shopping guide girl hard on the face. How can it be so painful with the strength of a master of Ming Jin?

Yes, half of her face was immediately swollen and red.

Being beaten like this by Lu Qingyun, the shopping guide lady was stunned and stood there like a telegraph pole.

The red old man's head was flying in the sky, falling from the sky like snowflakes. Lu Qingyun stepped on the banknotes that fell on the ground and walked out. Before leaving, he did not forget to say: "There is no need to change the extra money.

Just treat it as your medical expenses."

With that said, Lu Qingyun didn't care what the woman's expression was, and strode out without looking back.

Passers-by in the mall who saw this scene paid attention to Lu Qingyun one after another. Some people even admired Lu Qingyun in their hearts: Damn, I will do this when I go shopping in the future. He is so domineering and handsome! Ah!

Yeah, he's more handsome than Brother Ma using banknotes to light cigarettes. He's such a decisive man!

As for the shopping guide lady, the passers-by looked at her in jest, and no one showed any sympathy: "You have a penchant for money, now you have met a real person. Bitch, you deserve to be slapped in the face!"
Chapter completed!