Several staff members exchanged glances, realizing the seriousness of the situation, and immediately changed their previous dismissive expressions, now smiling warmly. The 04-numbered female attendant, who had just served the two guests, bowed and nodded repeatedly to Qin Feng, saying, "I'm truly sorry, sir, for having been so unkind to you and your girlfriend. Please don't be angry—I sincerely apologize." In Qin Feng's eyes, however, this change of attitude only made things worse. Seeing the poor treated with contempt and the wealthy treated as if they were to be licked from foot to toe—such ingratitude had now reached a point of irreparable failure. "Get down on your knees! That's exactly what you said yourself!" He certainly wouldn't give the female attendant any face, feeling it necessary to reprimand these women who looked down on the poor and favored the wealthy, so they might learn to be more mindful. The female attendant instantly turned pale, realizing that Qin Feng had no intention of changing his mind, and turned to her colleagues to send a signal. Her colleague immediately understood, offered an apologetic expression, and said, "I'm sorry, sir. Our card machine has suddenly malfunctioned and can't process cards anymore. You'll have to pay in cash. The dress is priced at 11,600 yuan." These days, who would carry stacks of cash while shopping? Most people use cards, and they were certain Qin Feng wouldn't carry such a large amount. With this situation, the transaction couldn't proceed, and thus the scenario of the female salesperson bowing and apologizing never came into play. Several staff members believed this tactic was quite clever—since we're not doing this deal, after all, today we've already sold quite a few dresses and well surpassed our minimum daily revenue threshold, so it's nothing to worry about. Of course, if a more persistent customer simply said their goodbyes and went off to the bank to withdraw cash, that would be even easier to handle—then the salesperson could simply hide somewhere. When the customer returned and couldn't find anyone, she'd have to face the frustration on her own. How could Qin Feng possibly have missed their scheme? He gave a cold smile: "Isn't it just about cash? I've got plenty!" He faked a search in his trouser pockets, pulling out two stacks of one-hundred-yuan bills from one pocket; from the other pocket, another two stacks; then one stack from his shirt pocket, and two stacks each from the left and right inner shirt pockets. With a magician's grace, he managed to produce ten stacks of one-hundred-yuan bills—amounting to ten thousand yuan. The staff were utterly stunned—could this really be possible? "Xiao Jia, go pick a few more items you like. My brother is in high spirits today. Even if you buy the entire store, I won't blink an eye!" Qin, the young millionaire, declared with great enthusiasm. It wasn't surprising that the wealthy second-generation heirs loved to flaunt their wealth—often, they were forced to do so, or else they'd be looked down upon. "Alright, then—I'd like to pick a few pairs of socks and pants first!" The young girl bounced off to browse the shelves. Qin Feng's expression turned icy, and he turned to another staff member, saying, "Don't The staff member was startled, instinctively nodded, and then turned to serve Wang Yujia with great enthusiasm—every single one of them treated her as a beautiful woman. Qin Feng kept his eyes fixed on the female attendant from Room 04 until she grew increasingly uncomfortable, at which point he spoke: "You should be more proactive. The longer you wait, the less beneficial it will be for you!" Room 04's face turned a deep crimson. Facing so many colleagues, she had to kneel and apologize on the spot—she would never be able to raise her head again. "Sir, please don't be so demanding. I did indeed treat you poorly earlier, and that was my fault. However, I've already apologized to you personally. Would you be so kind as to ask me to kneel again?" Room 04 spoke with composure and dignity. "Very appropriate. You're the one who initiated the kneeling—it wasn't me forcing you to do it." Qin Feng didn't let go of his intention. For women like her, who didn't truly embody the qualities of a woman, he was more than willing to challenge her. In his eyes, this was justice itself. No. 04 grew firm, then quickly softened: "How about this—to make up for your mental distress, I'll personally give you a 10% discount. What do you think?" "I don't lack money!" he said, holding his platinum diamond premium card between two fingers, with a cold smile. "Do you really think I'll take a 10% discount seriously? By now, you still won't lift your eyes even a little—your performance is truly disappointing." "Mr. Qin, if you insist on this, don't blame me for taking more drastic measures," No. 04 said firmly. "I'll call the security staff. After all, everyone will feel embarrassed." Qin Feng folded his hands over his chest. "Then go ahead. I'm waiting." The situation had now reached this point of tension entirely because of No. 04's sense of superiority—believing that, as a sales associate in an international brand store, he was above others and could look down upon those from more ordinary backgrounds. Wang Yujia had just entered the locker room when several tall security guards arrived. They had been notified of a disturbance and as soon as they stepped in, they started shouting, "Who is it? Who's causing the fuss?" No. 04 stepped forward, adding more detail: "It's this guy. He thinks he has enough money to disregard everyone else's dignity. We're going to have to get him out right away." The lead security guard warmed up, his face displaying a clear sense of authority and threat: "Young man—do you want to leave on your own, or shall we help you get out of here? What do you want?" The security guard's eyes widened, and the others nearly had to hold their pants as they watched Qin, the young man, hold his gun firmly against the guard's forehead. No. 04 collapsed right on the ground, and all the remaining staff members trembled, unable to shout—afraid that Qin Feng would fire. "Do you know who you're speaking to?" Qin asked, extending his other hand and giving the security guard a few firm pats on the face. The security guard was nearly crying: "Sir, I'm sorry—I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again. I'm just a regular employee, with my parents and children to support. Please, don't kill me. I'm on my knees now." He then fell to his knees with a soft thud. "Don't worry," Qin said, pulling out his ID and placing it in front of him. "I'm not a robber, nor a terrorist. Read it aloud to me." The security guard complied, reading: "Major Qin Feng, directly assigned to the Ministry of National Defense..." They all felt stuck—this thought had sprung up simultaneously among several staff members. "What more do you need me to do? Should I be saying anything else?" he turned his gaze toward Staff Member No. 04. Staff Member No. 04, using both hands and knees, began to apologize and beg for mercy. Qin Feng wouldn't accept it. He dialed Mei Hui's number: "Huihui, if I'm not mistaken, our company should have made a contribution to the XXX Mall, right?" Alright, notify the mall general manager immediately on behalf of the shareholders, instructing him to completely clear out one of the store units—thoroughly. Also, issue an official notice to the competitors, ensuring no one receives it. I want this brand's presence in Pingplain City to vanish forever. If there's no involvement of security personnel, he might at most reprimand the staff member from Store 04. Now, things are far from that simple.