My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 27: Spent 40,000,000 on Clothes?

"Huh?"

Xiao Li was stunned. What on earth was going on?

"Excuse me, ma’am, could you please say that again?" Xiao Li asked.

"I have already said it. I’ll take all the clothes here that suit him. Take him to try them on now. We’re in a hurry," Lin Qingxuan said coolly.

The sales assistant, Xiao Li, took the card and suddenly froze. She had undergone pre-employment training and knew exactly what this card meant. It was the top-tier Black Card, something only the wealthiest of tycoons could possess. It was said that only those with a net worth exceeding one hundred billion were eligible to own one. Even the former Yang Qi hadn’t qualified. With this card, you could request assistance anywhere in the world. A single phone call, and someone would be there to provide all sorts of services.

This is a truly legendary tycoon.

The sales assistant knew she wasn’t qualified to serve such a guest. She hurried off to find the boutique’s manager.

The Fan Sizhe boutique manager came running over with more than a dozen employees in tow.

"Miss... Miss Lin!"

This boutique manager had once worked in Jingzhou and had seen Lin Qingxuan a single time. He recognized her at first glance.

"Hurry up and take him to try on clothes!" Lin Qingxuan said, waving her hand impatiently.

"Quick, listen to Miss Lin! Take this gentleman to try on the clothes!" the manager shouted.

A group of sales assistants swarmed around Yang Qi, leading him to try on nearly every outfit in the store. In the end, they selected one hundred of them.

"Miss Lin, these one hundred outfits come to a total of twenty million. That’s two hundred thousand apiece. We’ll give you a twenty percent discount, so the total will be sixteen million," the manager said excitedly.

My goodness, this was more than just a massive sale. More importantly, if he took good care of Lin Qingxuan, he’d have bragging rights for years to come!

"Isn’t a hundred outfits a bit much?" Yang Qi said with a wry smile.

"Not at all. Changing a few times a day is still not that many," Lin Qingxuan replied.

"In that case, let’s pick out a few for Ye Fei, too. I know his size," Yang Qi said, no longer bothering with pleasantries. At worst, he could just pay her back later. It was an amount of money he could earn back with ease.

"Then we’ll take another hundred outfits," Lin Qingxuan said casually. "Charge the card."

The manager was so excited he nearly dropped to his knees. Two hundred outfits. Even with a twenty percent discount, that was thirty-six million. A whole year’s sales target met in a single day.

This is insane!

"Hurry! Help this gentleman pack everything! Then deliver it to his residence!" the manager yelled.

"And send the other hundred outfits to this address," Yang Qi said, providing Ye Fei’s hotel address.

"No problem, we guarantee delivery."

While the clothes were being packed, the manager eagerly called Mr. Qin, the general agent for Fan Sizhe in Kang City. At that moment, Mr. Qin happened to be getting a massage with Mr. Huang, the general agent for the Armani store across the street.

Mr. Qin answered the phone impatiently. "Don’t you know I’m trying to relax? Why are you calling me at a time like this!"

"It’s important, Mr. Qin! Miss Lin is here—Miss Lin Qingxuan from the Lin Family of Jingzhou! What’s more, she just bought two hundred outfits from us in one go! I gave her a twenty percent discount, and the total still came to thirty-six million. She paid on the spot with her card. Incredibly generous!"

"What!"

Mr. Qin leaped to his feet, startling the masseuse.

Lin Qingxuan actually went to his store. That alone was an honor he could boast about for the rest of his life, not to mention she had bought so much. These great families are truly on another level.

"Heh heh, Mr. Qin, let me tell you something funny. Miss Lin’s friend was originally going to buy clothes at the Armani store across the street, but he got kicked out by that bunch of idiots. If it weren’t for them, we’d never have gotten so lucky. Hahahaha! We really ought to thank them!"

"Damn, are there really pigs that dumb?" Mr. Qin laughed upon hearing the news.

Thank God they’re such morons; otherwise, how would I have gotten such a great opportunity? He really should thank those people at Armani.

"Mr. Qin, you seem very happy. Why don’t you share the good news so I can celebrate with you," Mr. Huang said with a smile.

Mr. Qin recounted the story to Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang was absolutely green with envy. To get acquainted with Lin Qingxuan, someone even the richest man in Kang City couldn’t get a meeting with, and to land a forty-million order on top of that... It’s enough to make anyone die of jealousy.

"By the way, Mr. Huang, I really have to thank you. No, I should say, I have to thank your employees!" Mr. Qin said with a laugh.

"What do you mean by that?" Mr. Huang sensed there was a hidden meaning in his words.

Mr. Qin chuckled. "This Miss Lin originally went to your store with a friend. But that bunch of pigs at your store actually threw them out and wouldn’t even let them in. If it wasn’t for them, how would I have gotten such a golden opportunity? Anyway, I can’t talk anymore. I have to go meet Miss Lin!"

BOOM!

The news struck Mr. Huang like a bolt from the blue. He felt his mind go completely blank. A moment later, his expression turned incredibly ferocious, his anger practically setting him on fire.

"Zhang Ling, you goddamn bitch! Were you sent by my enemies to ruin me?!" Mr. Huang roared as he scrambled to his feet to get dressed, ready to leave.

Even though the sale was lost, he had to go and apologize to Miss Lin. Otherwise, this matter wouldn’t be over. In the future, their brand could face restrictions throughout the Dragon Country.

The two general agents hurriedly left the massage parlor, got into their cars, and sped toward the fashion street.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingxuan and Yang Qi were drinking tea in the VIP lounge. They were being served the finest tea, the kind Yang Qi could never have afforded to drink before.

Inside the Armani boutique, Zhang Ling walked out and asked the security guard, "Has that beggar been kicked out yet?"

"Manager Zhang, that guy must have hidden somewhere after he got in. He’s probably planning to steal something," the security guard said.

Zhang Ling chuckled. "The people at Fan Sizhe across the street are really stupid, letting someone like that in. Their store is probably in for some trouble this time. It’s a good thing we drove that beggar out!"

"Exactly, Manager Zhang! For us, it’s a stroke of luck; for them, it’s a nightmare!" the security guard added with a grin.

Just then, a salesperson ran over in a panic.

"Manager Zhang, something big has happened!"

"What are you panicking for? We represent a high-end brand. We must remain composed and not become a laughingstock," Zhang Ling said irritably.

"But Manager Zhang, it’s serious! It’s the Fan Sizhe boutique across the street!" the salesperson said urgently.

Hearing that there was trouble across the street, Zhang Ling’s interest was suddenly piqued. "Did something get stolen?"

"No! Someone in their store just bought two hundred high-end outfits in one go! Two hundred thousand each! Two hundred outfits—that’s forty million!"

"That’s impossible!"

Zhang Ling froze. This street had never seen an order that large.

Someone spending forty million on clothes at once? It’s completely unheard of.

"It’s true! A huge crowd has gathered over there to see what’s going on."

"Let’s go, we’ll take a look too!"

Zhang Ling left the boutique and walked toward the Fan Sizhe store across the street. A crowd had already formed outside, buzzing with discussion, everyone eager to see who this tycoon was. But the people in question were sitting inside the VIP room and showed no signs of coming out. Inside the boutique, every employee was busy packing.