Fang Chenyi's sudden move stunned everyone. No one understood what he was doing.
'Why did he just toss it into a gunny sack?'
The middle-aged man standing nearby grew even more annoyed as he watched. He arrogantly thought to himself, 'This is a slap in my face!'
So he spoke in a sarcastic tone:
"Well, well. Are you just tossing it out like trash? Or are you planning to fish it out later to use? Oh, right, didn't you want to buy one for yourself, too? Miss, why haven't you rung him up yet?"
'This guy just won't quit,' Fang Chenyi thought. He had no intention of dealing with him, but the man was practically begging for a confrontation.
But when the saleswoman got another phone for Fang Chenyi, unboxed it, and charged him for both devices, the middle-aged man's face fell, and he finally shut his mouth.
However, he was sneering inwardly. 'Two phones cost nearly fifteen thousand. That's probably half a year's salary for this kid!'
