Chapter Fifty-Eight: I Want to Hold a Grudge

"XX Pay received, five hundred million."
The emotionless voice echoed, but in the heart of the woman in the cheongsam, it unleashed towering waves.
Five hundred million! What kind of concept was that?
Qin Tian curled his lips. He thought to himself, although he didn’t have an Audi, or a BMW, nor any Rolex or Patek Philippe, he had five hundred million in cash! And shares ranging from five to twenty-five percent in four major corporations!
With that kind of money, wouldn’t it be reasonable to buy out this Tang-style clothing store?
"This? Fake, right? Young people these days will do anything for face," the woman in the cheongsam quickly regained her composure, sneering coldly. How could someone like Qin Tian have five hundred million?
Surely he’d just seen some online jokes, downloaded a simulated voice app, and was showing off.
Qin Tian shrugged; after all, if others didn’t believe you, there was nothing you could do.
"Let’s go. This person is simply too rude! All the clothes here are trash! Utterly shoddy workmanship," said Wade Griffin, pulling Qin Tian as if to leave.
"You foreigner, what nonsense are you spouting? My clothes are designed by top designers! You pauper, if you can’t afford them, don’t be so sour! How dare you slander my clothes!"
The woman in the cheongsam was agitated, perhaps because the criticism hit home.
"These are supposed to be top designers? I really suspect that so-called designer’s reputation was bought," Wade Griffin shook his head.
Qin Tian found it amusing. Discussing clothing craftsmanship with Wade Griffin? That was asking for trouble.
Although Wade Griffin wasn’t a designer himself, all his clothes were crafted by world-class designers!
Over time, he’d developed a discerning eye for clothing design; he could identify quality workmanship at a glance.
The woman was about to argue back when an elderly man entered from outside.
"Who dares to slander my work?" The old man wore a red Tang suit and glared angrily at the four of them.
"Are these clothes your designs? At this quality, you dare sell them for fifty thousand apiece?" Wade Griffin snorted disdainfully.
"You foreigner, what right do you have to criticize our Tang-style clothing? My designs are world-famous, unique masterpieces!"
"If not for the sake of promoting Tang-style clothing, my creations would never sell for such a low price!" the old man declared with pride.

"Pfft... fifty thousand? Fifty thousand is considered cheap? How many ordinary people could afford that?"
"If you truly wanted to promote Tang-style clothing, selling them for five or six thousand would make sense. Considering the cost of materials, labor, and rent, you’d still make a handsome profit," Qin Tian nearly burst out laughing. This old man was truly hypocritical.
"Any piece I create could fetch millions internationally! The fifty thousand threshold is to ensure only true enthusiasts wear Tang-style clothing!"
"If you love Tang-style clothing enough, you’d sell everything you own to buy it!" the old man insisted, still proud.
"So, ordinary people don’t qualify to love Tang-style clothing? Some people don’t even earn fifty thousand a year, yet they’re passionate about it!"
"When love for something becomes entangled with money, it loses its purity."
"Even if you want to set a threshold, this isn’t the way. In the end, you’re still catering to the wealthy," Qin Tian shrugged.
"What I do is my own affair; what’s it to you?" The old man’s brows furrowed.
"People like you are pathetic, even hateful. For such shoddy designs, fifty thousand is absurd—five hundred would be too much! Who’d be foolish enough to pay millions for your work?" Wade Griffin shook his head in pity.
"Do you know anything about design? If not, don’t make reckless judgments! If you’re not buying, leave at once!" The old man, though small, had a fierce temper and roared at the four.
The quarrel drew a crowd; some clearly knew the old man and spoke up for him.
"Who are these people, slandering Master Wu’s designs? His clothes are gorgeous—look at mine!"
"Exactly! They must be here to stir up trouble!"
"Don’t worry, Master Wu, we support you! If they keep causing trouble, we’ll call the municipal management bureau!"
The crowd threatened to drive Qin Tian and his companions away.
"Get out! You’re not welcome here!" Wu Kangping gestured for the four to leave.
"Let’s go. These people are unreasonable," Qin Tian shook his head, pulling the two women and Wade Griffin along.
"Wait! They can’t leave! They’ve stained the clothes—they must pay!" The woman in the cheongsam rushed out with a garment, shouting at the four.
Qin Tian paused, turned to look at the garment, and frowned. To his recollection, none of them had touched that particular piece.
The woman in the cheongsam sneered inwardly. Hmph! A bunch of paupers, daring to talk back to her!

That garment had previously been stained with oil by the woman herself. Afraid of having to pay for it, she hadn’t known what to do.
Now, she had scapegoats—these few people! She’d bleed them dry!
"Impossible!" Qin Tian took a deep breath and continued to leave with the others.
"Stop! Trying to walk away after dirtying the clothes?"
Wu Kangping rushed over and grabbed the back of Wade Griffin’s clothes.
The moment he touched it, Wu Kangping was startled by the feel.
This texture! This fabric! Absolutely top-tier!
He looked closely at Wade Griffin’s clothing—perfect! Impeccable craftsmanship!
It was the finest workmanship Wu Kangping had ever seen in his life!
He wanted to own this garment.
"Where did you get this clothes?" Wu Kangping asked.
"From my home. What’s it to you?" Wade Griffin brushed off Wu Kangping’s hand. If they were in his country, Wu Kangping would have been subdued by his bodyguards already.
"What does your family do?" Wu Kangping pressed.
"What’s it to you?" Wade Griffin frowned, clearly annoyed, and followed Qin Tian and the others toward the exit.
"Stop!" Wu Kangping shouted, but this time they ignored him.
"You! Stop! Tell me where you got your clothes, and I’ll overlook the staining incident," Wu Kangping said.
Hearing this, Qin Tian stopped in his tracks. It sounded as if they were really at fault.
How could he let this slide?
"Now, even if you don’t want to pursue it, it’s too late. Because I do!" Qin Tian turned, eyes narrowed.