Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Don't cry, what exactly happened? You can talk to me about it."

Hao Jian was stunned when he saw Chen Zhiyan crying, tears streaming down her cheeks like blooming pear flowers.

"It's not your fault, this isn't your mistake." Chen Zhiyan kept shaking her head with a bitter smile.

"I broke up with Sun Renyao a long time ago. In the beginning, everyone said that he pursued me because he coveted my family's wealth. I didn't believe it at first, but after my father went bankrupt and all our money was spent, he ran off with a woman who was even richer."

"Is that so? Actually, I could tell that kid was no good back in middle school, always hanging around a bunch of girls, acting like some kind of love saint. It's good that you broke up with him. Otherwise, you might have been even more miserable." Hao Jian said softly, trying to console her.

"Mm, thank you." Chen Zhiyan knew Hao Jian was trying to comfort her and felt touched.

"Chen Zhiyan, are you out of your mind again? You don't need to work here anymore?" Just then, a harsh voice came from behind Chen Zhiyan, startling Hao Jian.

Hao Jian only saw a plump middle-aged woman walking over, looking at Chen Zhiyan with an unfriendly expression.

A trace of timidity appeared on Chen Zhiyan's face as she apologized, her head hanging low:

"I'm... I'm sorry, manager, it wasn't on purpose, I just..."

"You just have too many stories inside, right?" The fat woman said sarcastically with a cold laugh: Your next journey awaits at empire

"Cut the crap. Ever since you came here two months ago, you've been moping around like you've lost your mother. You, this harbinger of bad luck, just because you've been wearing such a long face, have scared off our fortune god. That's why our store's performance this month has been so dismal!"

Chen Zhiyan kept her head down, sobbing, not daring to retort the fat woman.

Hao Jian couldn't stand it any longer and rebuked the fat woman:

"What you're saying is a bit too much, isn't it?"

It was bad enough that she had no sympathy for others' misfortunes, but she was even verbally abusive. This fat woman lacked even basic decency.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to lecture me?" The fat woman frowned at Hao Jian.

"I'm her classmate." Hao Jian said, his face cold:

"Don't you know what happened to her family?"

"Isn't it just her daddy going bankrupt and the kept man running off with someone else?" The fat woman laughed scornfully, her words tinged with mockery. "She's lived the life of a pampered young lady for the first half of her life. It's time for her to taste the hardships of ordinary people."

What the fat woman couldn't stand the most were young ladies like Chen Zhiyan, spoiled and pampered, good at ordering people around but useless otherwise—simply born with a silver spoon, yet without any real talents.

In the end, the fat woman was driven by a jealousy of the wealthy!

Seeing customers come in and spend thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands to buy items, and then looking at her own life, she couldn't help but feel envy and resentment.

Hao Jian heard the subtext in the fat woman's words and mocked:

"You're jealous of her, aren't you?"

"Jealous? Why should I be jealous of her? She's just a little employee in our store, and I can fire her anytime I want. Are you joking with me?"

The fat woman immediately became somewhat agitated. Jealous? Did she really need to be?

She said that, but inside she was experiencing different emotions. If she wasn't jealous, why the big reaction?

"If you're not jealous, then why are you so worked up? Isn't that a contradiction?" Hao Jian cut in, glancing at the fat woman with contempt:

"I've seen plenty of people like you, who can't eat grapes and say the grapes are sour, a typical loser mindset. Bullying others to satisfy your twisted thrill."

"You. You're making things up!" The plump woman was hit where it hurt by Hao Jian's words, and suddenly she felt somewhat guilty.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Making things up? Then give me one reason why you are bullying Chen Zhiyan? What did she ever do to offend you, to make you despise her like this?" Hao Jian snorted coldly.

"I think you're just looking for trouble!"

Left speechless, the plump woman simply became enraged with embarrassment and shouted at the security guards in the store:

"You, come over here and kick this troublemaker out!"

Hearing this, the two security guards immediately approached with a menacing look.

"Hao Jian, you better go, I'm fine," Chen Zhiyan also hurriedly said. She didn't want Hao Jian to get hurt because of her.

"It doesn't matter, she can't touch me," Hao Jian said, looking unconcerned as he turned to the plump woman:

"Since I've entered this store, I'm a customer here, and yet you're driving a customer away. Do you still want to keep your store open?"

At these words, the other customers also turned their gaze towards Hao Jian.

Facing the scrutiny of the surrounding customers, the plump woman's hatred for Ye Feng reached its peak, and she barked angrily:

"Even if you are a customer, you have no right to interfere with how I discipline my employees! And you say you're a customer, then why don't you buy something? Can you even afford it? She is a down-and-out young lady, and you? To me, you're nothing but a poor loser pursuing a fallen young lady!"

The plump woman couldn't help but sneer, how could Hao Jian, in his ragged clothes, dare to call himself a customer? Even the cheapest jewelry of their brand started at a hundred thousand yuan, how could Hao Jian, this poor loser, possibly afford it?

Hao Jian let out a mocking chuckle, then turned his head towards Chen Zhiyan: "Pick out a pair of rings for me."

"Okay." Chen Zhiyan nodded blankly and quickly took out a pair of rings from the counter:

"This pair of rings is called 'Crystal Eternal,' symbolizing pure and everlasting love. It's a great choice, especially for a proposal."

"How much?" Hao Jian didn't take the rings, but just looked at them indifferently.

"This pair is one hundred thousand."

Chen Zhiyan replied, and this was, in fact, the cheapest pair of rings she had introduced to Hao Jian. The others were all over two hundred thousand.

"One hundred thousand? No, I don't want it."

Hao Jian shook his head straight away. The pair was too cheap, using them to propose to Shu Ya would be insincere.

Since he wasn't short on money now, even if spending a million to buy a pair of rings wasn't an issue, after all, marriage was a big deal in life. As long as he could get reimbursed by Shu Ya later, it would be fine.

"What, you think it's too expensive? This is the cheapest pair of rings in our store. If you can't even afford this, then you can forget about anything else here. You're a loser, so stop pretending to be someone rich and just get lost," the plump woman immediately taunted Hao Jian. Seeing him hesitate, she subconsciously thought he found the price too high.

But that was normal, too—100,000 yuan was enough for an ordinary family's income for a year or two. It was understandable if he found it expensive.

After all, which ordinary person would spend 100,000 yuan to buy a ring!

And some of the wealthy customers in the store also revealed mocking smiles, thinking: This poor fool really thinks he can just come here anytime?

"If you want to buy something cheap, you might as well go to the gold shop next door, where you can get a pair of rings for just a few thousand yuan," the plump woman sneered, continuing to mock Hao Jian.

"Hao Jian, I'm sorry."

Chen Zhiyan clenched her fists tightly, feeling very embarrassed. It was because of her that Hao Jian was being ridiculed by the plump woman.

"Pick another pair for me," but Hao Jian was unfazed and said calmly.