However, the security guard heard his words, as if hearing a fantasy, and laughed wildly and contemptuously.
"Just you?" Do you dare to see the manager of our store just for that person wearing the merchandise? The security asked.
Before Zhang Dadan could respond, the security continued, "Boy, don't say you reek of alcohol. Without it, I can't let you in!"
Seeing his arrogance, Zhang Dadan couldn't hold back his anger any longer and shouted, "What do you mean by that? Speak clearly to me!"
"What do I mean? Hmph! Just look at how you're dressed, and you think you can buy things in our commercial building?" The security retorted.
Zhang Dadan smiled bitterly. Why are there so many people in the world who judge others by their appearance and belittle them because of their clothes?
I dress poorly, so I am a poor man. Because I'm poor, I can't afford the things in the mall. Is it really that simple?
