Chapter 59: Nan Xing Produces a Limited-Edition Black Card

Meanwhile, Nan Xing was left standing alone in place, holding an LV garment.

It was not until Nan Xing slammed the clothes down onto the counter with a loud smack and turned to grab a few more designer formal suits that Nan Zhen'er and the others finished selecting their items and were led back to the checkout area by the sales associate.

Seeing that Nan Xing had bought so many things all at once, Nan Zhen'er and her companions were somewhat dumbfounded.

Xi Meng stepped forward, her tone frivolous, "Nan Xing, did you forget to bring your brain when you went out today? The few pieces of clothing you just picked out total up to a six-figure sum. What are you going to use to pay for them?"

Xi Meng wore a puzzled look, starting to fail to understand Nan Xing's behavior.

Could it be that Nan Xing had truly been provoked by them and was determined to save face and show off no matter what?

Nan Zhen'er was the same, waiting to watch Nan Xing make a fool of herself.

Where would a country bumpkin who couldn't even afford a hotel room costing a few hundred yuan get the money to buy such expensive clothes?

"Miss, may I scan your code to check out? Please do not hold up the customers behind you."

Facing Nan Xing's non-mainstream styling, the sales associate looked a little impatient.

Moreover, she did not believe that Nan Xing could afford to pay.

Nan Xing pulled out her phone, checked her balance, and paused slightly.

It wasn't that she couldn't afford it, but the only card she had linked was currently subject to a spending limit.

This brief pause of Nan Xing's was all it took for the few people around her to simultaneously reach a conclusion: Nan Xing was truly broke.

She couldn't afford the clothes!

Hmph, she had finally stopped putting on airs as a big spender; let's see how she gets out of this mess now!

"I'm sorry, I'm having a bit of an issue here. May I pay by card—"

Before Nan Xing could finish her sentence after pressing the screen to turn off her phone, she heard a burst of mocking laughter from Xi Meng.

"Nan Xing, if you can't afford it, just admit you can't afford it. Why pretend you can pay by card? Is there even any money in your card?"

"Don't tell me you're talking about the student financial aid bank card you got at school? How much is even on that? It wouldn't even be enough to buy a scrap of fabric for one of these clothes!"

Seeing Nan Xing's expression grow increasingly dark, a wild smile bloomed on Nan Zhen'er's face.

Walking up close to Nan Xing, Nan Zhen'er said in a sweet voice, "Nan Xing, if you really like these clothes, I can lend you the money first. Just pay me back whenever you have it."

"Nan Xing, for the sake of us being classmates, I can also let my boyfriend swipe his card to buy them for you, consider it a loan, but on the condition that you pay the money back on time, oh."

"Of course, if you feel you won't be able to pay it back, we can sign a contract. When the time comes, you can come work at my boyfriend's company, and we'll deduct the money from your salary every month. How does that sound?"

"Talking so much, did you really think you were entitled to that much respect?"

Under the startled gazes of the crowd, Nan Xing fished a card out of her bag.

Her index and middle fingers of her right hand pinched the card as she casually flicked the pitch-black body of the card back and forth.

Nan Zhen'er and the others had never seen this type of card before, assuming Nan Xing had just pulled it out to make up the numbers, and they all waited to watch her make a fool of herself.

Nan Xing curled her lips and said to the sales associate from earlier, "Go get your boutique manager."

The sales associate was taken aback. "Why do you want to see our manager?"

"What, would you rather have me dial the 400 hotline directly?"

The 400 hotline was the customer service complaint number for the boutique.

The sales associate broke out in a cold sweat at Nan Xing's words and hurriedly went to fetch the boutique manager.

Upon seeing the card in Nan Xing's hand, he recognized it at a single glance as a globally limited-edition black card.

Anyone holding such a card must possess extraordinary wealth and status.

Looking at Nan Xing again, his gaze towards her began to change entirely.

Though the girl opposite him was plain-looking and dressed very simply, this was the standard disguise of the truly wealthy.

The wealthier people were, the better they understood how to keep a low profile.

Conversely, upstarts were the ones who loved flashing their pockets everywhere they went.

"Miss Nan, it is our fault for making your shopping experience unpleasant. Please accept our apologies here; I will personally serve you from now on."

The boutique manager bowed deeply before Nan Xing, directly stunning the few people standing around.

"Ma... Manager, why..."

The sales associate with the name tag numbered 001 was completely baffled, but seeing the manager's attitude toward Nan Xing, her scalp began to tingle uncontrollably.

Could this ugly girl right in front of her possibly be some kind of big shot?

Based on her years of experience, that was impossible.

Besides, that Miss Xi was a regular customer of the shop, and she was always exceptionally generous whenever she brought her boyfriend along.

Judging from the conversation of the few people just now, they knew each other.

That Miss Xi had spent the entire time complaining about how poor and shabby this ugly girl was, so how could she possibly have any money?

"Still not apologizing to Miss Nan?"

The boutique manager, whose surname was Gao, after roughly understanding the sequence of events, glared from behind his glasses and gave name tag 001 a stern warning.

"Miss Nan, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have been arrogant and rude to you, nor should I have discriminated against you."

Name tag 001 lowered her head reluctantly, her tone sounding as though she herself were the aggrieved party.

"Manager Gao," Nan Xing raised a hand to interrupt, an unusually cold smile on her face as her sharp, detached gaze fell upon number 001. "There's no need for an apology, because I won't accept it."

Manager Gao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, lowering his posture and acting servile. "Miss Nan, then tell me, how would you like this handled?"

Nan Xing pressed her tongue against her cheek and said casually, "I hope that the next time I visit your boutique, I won't have to experience such a disgusting incident, nor see such a disgusting person."

Nan Xing's breezy remark instantly stunned name tag 001 into a daze.

Manager Gao was well-versed in reading the room. "Understood, Miss Nan. I will fire this person immediately. We look forward to your next visit."

"Manager Gao!" Name tag 001's legs went soft as she grabbed Manager Gao's arm and pleaded, "Manager Gao, I know I was wrong. Please, I beg you not to fire me."

Manager Gao flicked his sleeve away and snorted coldly, "The person you should be apologizing to is Miss Nan. Since she refuses to forgive you, there is nothing I can do."

"Ever since you started in this profession, you should have understood one principle: the customer is god. Never look at people through colored glasses, and no one should ever be discriminated against."

"Alright, since you've made a mistake, you must have the courage to bear the consequences. Pack your things and leave right now; I'll contact the finance department regarding your salary."

With that, Manager Gao turned with a beaming smile to Nan Xing and said, "Miss Nan, please follow me this way to check out."

Seeing Nan Xing being led to the VIP lounge area by the boutique manager, Nan Zhen'er and Xi Meng looked at each other in blank dismay, neither of them understanding the reason behind it.

"I get it," Xi Meng said after a long moment, slapping her thigh. "Counters for high-end luxury brands are most afraid of customer complaints. That manager just now must have been afraid that Nan Xing would make a scene, which is why he pacified her beforehand."

Nan Zhen'er also felt her explanation made sense, but even so, where on earth had Nan Xing gotten the money to pay?

A few minutes later, the boutique manager escorted Nan Xing out, bowing as he handed the black card back to her.

This time, Lin浩, who had remained silent for a long while, caught a clear sight of that black card.

Global limited edition!

Invitation only!

The next second, a hint of astonishment crept into the gaze Lin Hao cast upon Nan Xing.