Chapter 80: Strength slap

When chatting with Zhou Manru before, she once talked about the Luo family.

Except for the shares of Luoshen Group, Mr. Luo did not directly distribute the other property to Luo Jun and Luo Wu and others, but gave it to a trust company.

The income of Luo Jun, Luo Wu and others comes from the annual stock dividends and the millions of cash received from this trust company every month.

The reason why Mr. Luo would do this was to prevent his descendants from squandering the Luo family's property.

In that case, why should Lin Huan be afraid of a Luo Jiajun who even needs to embezzle public funds for picking up girls?

Thinking of this, Lin Huan smiled and said, "It just so happens that I also want to buy a bag for my girlfriend. Let's go shopping together?"

Luo Jiajun was taken aback when he heard the words. He was worried that he couldn't find a way to show off his wealth in front of Lin Huan. Now that he was fine, Lin Huan hit the gun directly.

"Okay, if you are not afraid of being hit, follow along."

The corner of Luo Jiajun's mouth turned up, and then he took the woman with sunglasses by the hand and walked outside.

There is no LV store in Wanda Plaza. Luxury brand stores like GUCCI and LV are mostly concentrated in Jiangnan Building.

Fortunately, Jiangnan Building is not far from Wanda Plaza, and soon they came here on foot.

Just walked into the LV store, a young and beautiful salesperson walked over: "Hello, Mr. Luo, can I help you?"

Luo Jiajun said domineeringly: "Take out your latest bags."

The female saleswoman smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Luo, please wait a moment."

At this time, the gap between Lin Huan and Luo Jiajun was seen.

As soon as Young Master Luo entered the door, a beautiful salesperson came to greet him. As for Lin Huan... he seemed to be ignored directly.

Soon the female salesperson came back with three bags of different styles: "Mr. Luo, these are the new bags that have been on the Paris show, and many female stars are using them."

Luo Jiajun nodded, and then said to the woman with sunglasses: "Meimei, go see which one you like."

Li Meimei nodded her head involuntarily, and couldn't wait to walk over to pick up her bag and take a closer look.

Lin Huan touched his nose. He also knew that his clothes were a little casual, but it wouldn't have been so long since no salesman came to receive him, right? These salespeople are too unprofessional!

But he soon figured out why this was.

The saleswoman first looked at Lin Huan, who was carrying a black backpack, then looked at the shopping bags in his hand, and then smiled at Luo Jiajun: "Mr. Luo, he is your bodyguard. Right? The strength is so great."

"Bodyguard...Bodyguard? Your sister, where do you see that I am a bodyguard, Xiaoye?" Lin Huan wanted to swear.

Luo Jiajun looked at Lin Huan contemptuously, then said mockingly: "I don't have such a bad bodyguard."

"Ah." The saleswoman covered her mouth in surprise, and then said to Lin Huan insincerely: "I'm sorry, Mr. I thought you were Mr. Luo's bodyguard."

Lin Huan smiled bitterly, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm used to it anyway."

The saleswoman nodded and said nothing more.

Even if Lin Huan wasn't Luo Jiajun's bodyguard, she knew that he was definitely not a rich person by looking at his clothes. In that case, she didn't need to waste energy on Lin Huan.

At this time, Li Meimei finished reading the bags, and whispered to Luo Jiajun: "Jiajun, people like these bags so much, can you buy them all and give them to others."

"I like it all?" Luo Jiajun's expression changed slightly, and he said with some discomfort: "Don't be too greedy, you can only choose one."

Li Meimei curled her mouth and said "Oh." unwillingly, then she chose the most expensive bag and carried it on her shoulder.

The saleswoman praised: "Miss, you really have a good temperament with this bag on your back. Your vision is really good."

Li Meimei smiled triumphantly, then glanced at Lin Huan with her eyes, full of provocation.

Now that the customer has selected the bag, the saleswoman is ready to put the remaining two bags back.

At this time, Lin Huan said, "Wait, I want these two bags."

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Luo Jiajun, Li Meimei, or the beauty salesperson, they all were taken aback.

Although surprised, the female salesperson reminded: "Sir, LV bags are very expensive, are you sure you want to buy?"

"I seem to have made it clear just now, or do you have hearing problems?" Lin Huan frowned, her expression a little unhappy.

The female salesperson also raised her face and said: "These two bags are Louis Vuitton's TWIST handbags. They are new products on the Paris Spring and Summer Fashion Show this year. Their prices are 31,000 yuan and 42,000 yuan respectively. Are you sure you want to buy?"

Lin Huan shook his head and smiled.

Upon seeing this, Luo Jiajun mocked and said: "Huh, it is ridiculous to pretend to be forced without strength."

Li Meimei also said in a weird manner: "Oh, I thought he was really going to buy it. It turned out to be just talking, giggle, so embarrassing~"

At this time, the female salesperson said in a bad tone: "Sir, if you have no plans to buy our products, please go out. Don't affect other customers' shopping experience here."

Lin Huan still didn't say a word, but the expression on his face had become extremely gloomy.

Look down on me, right? Think I have no money, right?

OK, then I will scare you to death with money!

Lin Huan took off his backpack, opened the zipper with a "swish" and reached in with her hand, and then he took out bundles of hundred-yuan bills and placed them on the ground.

While digging out, he muttered: "Ten thousand... twenty thousand... thirty thousand..."

In the end, he put ten bundles of banknotes neatly on the ground, and then Lin Huan raised his head to look at the dumbfounded Luo Jiajun and others, and said, "Sorry, I like to bring cash when I go out."

Then he pointed to the female salesperson: "Who, come and count, and see if the money is enough to buy those two bags?"

"..."

The saleswoman's face instantly went red.

Why does this ugly man carry so much cash with him? Why doesn't he appear to be rich in the first place? Is he deliberately humiliating himself?

At this moment, the female salesperson hated and feared Lin Huan in her heart.

Luo Jiajun's mood wasn't much better at the moment. He had just mocked Lin Huan for not having any strength and pretending to be forced, but he was beaten by the opponent's strength.

Nima, how much cash is in this bastard’s backpack? Did he just rob the bank?

On the other side, Li Meimei was surprised and covered her small mouth. She had seen many rich people, but it was the first time she saw someone like Lin Huan who would pay for cash out of disagreement.

It now seems that it is not Lin Huan who is ashamed, but she and Luo Jiajun.