Reborn Game Producer

In the evening, as usual, I tutored Feng Yuanyuan in English and computer for a while, and then ignored her.

Seeing Qian Xiaotian sitting in a chair in a daze, Feng Yuanyuan was a little strange: "Xiaotian, why don't you write code today."

"Everything is done. We have temporarily lost our target. Let's rest first."

"Has your game called CS been developed?"

"It has been officially released and sold hundreds of thousands of copies. I accidentally became a millionaire."

Although Feng Yuanyuan was shocked, she thought that the Qian family was already very rich, and it would not be a big deal to earn all this money. However, this money was earned entirely based on his own computer skills. He was only a student. Why did he have such great ability?

Is this the world of genius?

"How about it? It's the weekend tomorrow. Come with me to relax. I can finally have some rest."

Feng Yuanyuan did not refuse, because she thought at that time that she could pay any price as long as she saved her brother. However, the Qian family did not make excessive demands, so she could not refuse this small request. Moreover, the Qian family was not the dragon's den that she thought it was.

, Qian Xiaotian is not that hateful, he is better than many people.

Qian Xiaotian and Feng Yuanyuan were walking on the street together. Looking at the retro buildings on both sides, he felt like he was in a dream. It was so similar to the world he remembered when he was a child. It was almost exactly the same. There were not so many high-rise buildings on the street.

There was no torrent of cars and many people were wearing retro clothes.

She turned around and looked at Feng Yuanyuan. She had a snow-white face and was flawless. She was nearly 1.7 meters tall. She was wearing a simple floral skirt that covered her delicate figure. She was standing there slim and beautiful in a pair of simple little black leather shoes.

Amazing.

Feng Yuanyuan glanced at Qian Xiaotian strangely. He was completely different from when he was at work. He was walking on the street, looking at this and that. It seemed that he was very interested in these ordinary things. After shopping for a while, the two

People already have a lot of snacks on their hands.

There is no other way, Qian Xiaotian will buy everything he sees.

Walking to the door of a clothing store, Qian Xiaotian looked at the brand name, Zhenghua Clothing City, and curled his lips in disgust, quite disdainful of the name. This store is the property under Qian Zhenghua's name.

There is no transparent glass or bright lights like those brand stores in the future. The place is just big and spacious.

"Come on, let's go in and choose some clothes for you." After saying that, he turned around and walked in.

It is said to be a clothing city, which is a large clothing store with an area of ​​nearly 200 square meters. The walls are covered with clothes, one for men and one for women. There are many people in the store, and about a dozen salespeople are busy selling products to customers.

Introduce clothes.

After walking through the men's clothing area, Qian Xiaotian didn't even stop. He really couldn't like it. The styles were old and the colors were very single. This was indeed the style at that time. He took Feng Yuanyuan to the women's clothing area.

, it looks a little better, and it can be considered a dazzling array of things.

He picked out two pieces of clothing, ignored Feng Yuanyuan's protest, and asked her to go in and try them on. Qian Xiaotian nodded with satisfaction. Although the clothes were not very good, they were quite eye-catching on a tall beauty like Feng Yuanyuan.

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The salesperson was also full of praises, but what made her unhappy was that the boyfriend of this pretty girl didn't seem to want to buy it, and even tried several pieces without any intention of paying for it.

Qian Xiaotian seemed to be admiring Feng Yuanyuan's personal fashion show. Many styles of clothes were taken down by the waiter for Feng Yuanyuan to try on. But in his mind, he was thinking that if he took a few photos of Feng Yuanyuan for promotion, the sales volume would definitely increase a lot.

It is equivalent to being a brand endorsement.

The waiter saw that other colleagues had sold a lot of clothes, but the stingy man in front of him only tried to buy, and did not want to look good. He said in a sly voice: "I asked you whether to buy it or not. So many clothes cost so much."

You can try it whenever you want. If you don’t have money, don’t try it. It will delay my business.”

Qian Xiaotian didn't want to argue with his waiter. Besides, he had indeed tried on a lot of clothes. When the waiter said this, he planned to buy two pieces and leave.

But Feng Yuanyuan shook her head: "Don't buy it. I have some clothes to wear. I'm not short of clothes. I will buy them myself when I want to buy them."

When the waiter heard this, he was a little unhappy: "You are so beautiful, why don't you let your boyfriend buy two sets of clothes for you? You won't find a pauper. If you ask me to tell you that based on your conditions, you can find any boss."

Accompanying me is not about getting anything you want."

When Qian Xiaotian heard this, his eyes turned cold: "Watch your mouth, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth."

"Hey, I'm talking about you, let's all come and take a look. What are you pretending to be just a poor guy? I don't want to serve you anymore. Get out of here now." His voice got louder, and people around him began to point.

point.

Qian Xiaotian grabbed Feng Yuanyuan who was about to walk out, glared at the waiter coldly, took out his motorcycle cell phone: "Dad, I'm on Huaihai Road..." and briefly reported the situation on the phone.

Seeing that something was wrong, the salesman stood aside and said nothing.

After a while, a middle-aged man trotted over, ran up to Qian Xiaotian, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shouted to the salesman on the side: "What are you doing, you are blind, this is Master Qian,

Mr. Qian’s son.” He turned around, nodded and bowed, “Master Qian, I’m sorry, you see what happened, why didn’t you tell me in advance when you came.”

Qian Xiaotian said coldly: "Are you the person in charge of this store?"

"Master Qian, it's me, it's me, I'm really sorry."

"Humph, the customer is God. Do you understand, who stipulates that customers are not allowed to try on clothes? Who would come here with the attitude of a salesperson? How do you usually manage it?"

The middle-aged man said with a bitter face: "Yes, yes, you taught me the right lesson, but I didn't take care of it properly. Look at this..." After saying that, he looked around at the customers watching the excitement.

Qian Xiaotian sneered: "Why, I'm afraid of the bad influence now. What sales do is service. Regardless of whether you have money or not, those who come in are customers, and customers are God. If others try on a few more clothes, you will look at each other indifferently. Customers

Why should anyone buy your clothes? How can a company like this develop and grow? If you have poor management, go to the company and get the punishment yourself."

At this time, the crowd suddenly burst into applause:

"well said."

"That's right, if you don't give it a try, who will buy it?"

"The guest is God, young man, that's right."

Qian Xiaotian cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, uncles and aunties. Feel free to buy it, and if you have any opinions, please feel free to raise them."

After saying that, she took Feng Yuanyuan and left Zhenghua Clothing City.

Feng Yuanyuan looked at Qian Xiaotian, a strange color flashed in her beautiful eyes, and said: "What you just said was so good. I really didn't expect you to say such righteous words."

Qian Xiaotian smiled and said: "What's this? You don't know how much I have. It's just that the clothes in this store don't look good and are not worthy of you. I will design a dress for you another day to ensure that you look stunning in it."

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Feng Yuanyuan just thought he was bragging and said with a smile: "How can anyone belittle their own things like you?"

Qian Xiaotian blinked and said, "You will know when the time comes."

[Author's digression]: A new writer has a new book, and readers should support it a lot!