King's Back Chapter 59 Can You Afford It

The next morning, Jackson left the files in the living room.

When Dolcie came down, she saw a thick stack of materials that had been translated, which refreshed
her understanding of Jackson again.

"Did you translate it all in one night? Are you a human being?"

He had done it many times better than professional translators. How did he do that?

Jackson was a little proud when hearing his wife's compliment, but the latter part of the sentence
sounded like swearing him.

"I'll take it as a compliment."

Dolcie picked it up and looked at it. The translation was accurate and there was no sign of a sloppy
translation.

She looked at Jackson in a softer way.

"You don't have to go to work today. I'll give you a day off and you can rest at home."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot that since you promised to go to a yacht party on the Queen Anna, you should
also change your clothes, and don't be despised by Aiden again."

Dolcie pulled out a bank card and said, "Here are two hundred thousand. Go and buy a nice suit."

Jackson nodded and dropped Dolcie off to work after breakfast, then to go shopping.

In fact, Jackson sent the information to the Dragon Palace after translating for a while last night, asking
them to send the stuff back tomorrow morning.



As for Jackson, he was already in bed having a sound sleep.

Soon Jackson arrived at the shopping mall. He first came to upstairs where men’s clothes were in.

Jackson was an expert at knowing the taste and brands of the brands.

Versace, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana, Armani...

Jackson didn't like Armani very much, though, as many new rich generally liked Armani, which lowered
its high taste.

He chose a Versace store.

Versace was an Italian luxury brand. Jackson liked the symbolic shape of Medusa. The design concept
involved ancient Greece culture, Egyptian culture, Indian culture and other mysterious cultures.

After entering, the exclusive shop area was about 500 square meters, with high-end and luxurious
decoration style.

In addition to men's wear, there were other men's accessories such as belts, perfumes and so on.

But the price was so expensive! It would cost 10,000 yuan for a calf leather belt.

In the store, apart from four or five waiters, only one middle-aged man was picking out clothes.

Jackson walked over to the suits section and had a look.

The salespersons in the shop were also very young, who were at their twenties, wearing their own
brand of clothes, looking nothing like the salespersons, but the young men and women of high society.

These salespersons served for high-end people, so they had high taste. It was the first time they had
seen a man like Jackson, with his outfits adding up for no more than 500 yuan, to come to Versace.



"Sir, our garments must not be touched."

A fair-skinned saleswoman with high-heel came by, looking slightly disdainful at him.

If Jackson hadn't been so sunny and handsome, she would have gone much further.

"How can I try on clothes if I can't even touch them? How can I buy clothes if I don't try on clothes?"

Jackson wasn't angry. He had been through a lot.

"Sir, if you want to buy it, of course you can try it, but the brand is Versace. Have you ever worn
Versace before? This is for high-end people."

At this time, a salesman beside them looked at them with mockery. The salespersons who could work
here all gone through layers of selection, and the salary was very high, so even if they were just
salespersons, they had a very high vision.

For a young man like Jackson who dressed so low, they naturally didn’t look up at him.

Jackson ignored them. He walked around the men's section for a while, and then looked at accessories
and the like. He beckoned a salesperson over.

The girl was pretty, and her attitude wasn't that bad.

The salesperson had just graduated from college and had been on the job for less than half a month.
She was a new girl with poor performance and had not sold a single piece of clothing so far.

When she saw that Jackson beckoned her, even if Jackson couldn't afford it, she would give him a talk,
just took it as increasing her experience.

"What can I do for you, Sir?”



"These two suits, and these two belts, plus the shirt here and the leather shoes there, I'll try them all."

Jackson didn't pull out the card Dolcie gave him because he knew he couldn't afford to buy so many
Versace with that card.

He took out a bank VIP diamond card.

The girl immediately looked shocked when she saw the card.

She had seen this kind of card before. It was the bank's highest-level VIP card. People who could have
this kind of card were distinguished and they had at least several billion.

But Jackson’s dresses were poor.

It was hard to see that the young man in a low-key suit was a real rich man.

The salespersons were baffled that Jackson would pull out such a high-class card.

"Well, it is not a big deal. He was just a new rich. He can most buy a suit of clothes to pretend to be
rich. That’s all."

The girl followed Jackson, and when Jackson pointed to one, she remembered the style and size and
went to the warehouse to find the right size.

Jackson took the accessories to the fitting room and walked out a few minutes later with a fresh look.

All of a sudden, all the salespersons in the store were surprised

"Wow, he's so handsome. He's dressed like a model!"

One of the salespersons kept staring at Jackson with excitement in her eyes.



And not only was he handsome, Versace's clothes brought Jackson's personality into full play.

He looked like the nobility born in a noble and well-educated family, and instantly, he had drawn a gap
between the salespersons and he himself.

Although the suit seemed stylish to the salesperson, Jackson looked at himself in the mirror and shook
his head.

The suit barely qualified, not enough to surprise him, so he took another suit and entered the changing
room again.

"Well, he is pretending. Maybe that card is fake."

"Yes, he can only deceive some naive girls. These clothes, accessories, belts and leather shoes add
up to one million yuan. I don't believe this kid can afford them."

The salesman looked gloomily, especially when he saw Jackson, who was about his age and looked
like a poor guy but pretended to be a big man, being admired by other saleswomen.

The salespersons didn't say anything, even if he can't afford it, but Jackson looked very handsome in a
suit, and it had nothing to do with money.

Soon, Jackson was back out in front of the crowd again.

"Wow, that's cool!"

“How handsome he is!”


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