She looked up and her eyebrows immediately furrowed: "Who are you? Don't you know this is the department store staff area, no outsiders allowed? Hurry up and get out."
Zhang Dongmei was already in a bad mood when she saw a stranger, a middle-aged man, heading in her direction with a grim face.
The middle-aged man frowned and looked up: "Are you a salesperson here? Where's your general manager? I need to see him."
Seeing this man in filthy clothes covered in stains, he didn't look like anyone important.
Zhang Dongmei pouted immediately: "Who cares who I am, if you're not allowed, you're not allowed. And you want to see our General Manager? Who do you think you are?"
The middle-aged man's frown deepened: "Is this how your department store salespeople treat customers?"
"You? A customer? Can't you see we're about to close, hurry up and leave."
