"Pah, if your filthy hands even touch my dress, how can I wear it? I'll just toss it in the trash."

The woman's spit splattered all over the elderly man's face.

The elderly man looked at her cautiously, lowering his head guiltily.

"Otherwise, I'll compensate you, Miss. How much is your dress?"

It was obvious that the elderly man was a scavenger, earning a bit of pocket money by picking up trash like plastic bottles.

She looked at the woman's luxurious and glamorous dress, feeling uncertain, and her voice grew softer.

"Can you even afford it? Even if you threw in your old life, you couldn't pay for Sister Fang's dress."

The woman sneered coldly. She said nothing, but the suited man next to her erupted.

His finger jabbed at the elder's head as he shouted fiercely.

The surrounding crowd grew larger and larger, many with angry expressions on their faces.

But looking at those two burly men, no one dared to speak.

The woman looked at the elderly man contemptuously, humming slightly with an air of showing off.

"Compensate? How would you do that? My dress would scare you to death if I told you its price."

"This is a work by the French fashion design Master Milan, unique in the world. Do you know how much it costs?"

The elderly man didn't understand the woman's words but knew that he was in big trouble.

She nervously looked at the woman, pleading bitterly.

"Miss, I really didn't do it on purpose. Can you forgive me?"

At this, the elderly man began to sob, wiping tears from his eyes.

"My son went north to work and hasn't come home in three years. My wife is bedridden."

"I just get by picking up scraps for money. What am I supposed to do?"

"Don't make it sound so pitiful, like we're bullying you."

"Compensation, you must compensate, otherwise, this won't be over."

Another tall man chimed in, also clamoring beside.

This guy had no demeanor whatsoever of an upper-class individual.

Liu Chan was furious, clenching her fists tightly.

"Master, what should we do?"

Yang Fei chuckled and patted her shoulder.

"I'll handle the insults, you handle the action. Watch me."

Amidst the elder's desperate pleas, a mocking voice faintly echoed into everyone's ears.

"A well-touted limited-edition piece by Master Milan, eh? What's the worth? I think five hundred yuan is about right."

The woman was taken aback and then exploded with anger: "Who's spewing that nonsense?"

Everyone turned towards the voice and saw Yang Fei swaggering out with a look of mischief.

He looked disdainfully, using his hand as a fan, waving lightly, his brows furrowed.

"So stinky, so stinky."

Everyone burst into laughter at his vivid and exaggerated performance.

The way this guy acted made it seem like the woman really had farted.

The woman was livid.

"Cowardly man, come up here and say it clearly, whose clothes are worth five hundred yuan?"

"How would a bumpkin like you know about Master Milan's work?"

Yang Fei feigned surprise: "How do you know if I'm cowardly or not?"

"Have you secretly watched me bathe, change clothes, or use the toilet?"

"Such a big thing, and you can't see it? Are your eyes on your chest, covered by a bra?"

Arguing was Yang Fei's forte.

This guy had a foul mouth, and his rambling could make people furious.

The woman was almost angry enough to faint.

Especially when she noticed a few lecherous men in the crowd, their eyes wandering over her towering chest, which made her angrier.

She pointed at her dress, gritting her teeth.

"Explain to me how my dress is only worth five hundred yuan?"

What infuriated her most wasn't Yang Fei's vulgarities.

It was having her new dress deemed so cheap by this bastard.

How could she hold her head high in front of those two men?

Yang Fei scoffed, not even glancing at her.

"During Master Milan's ten-year career, she designed a total of thirty-one limited-edition fashions, each worth over ten thousand US dollars."

The woman proudly lifted her head.

"Good that you know."

Yang Fei chuckled: "But your dress, ha, it's just a counterfeit pretending to be genuine."

"Saying it's worth five hundred yuan is already giving you face."

"You... you make it clear, whose clothes are fake?"

The woman was so angry her eyes burned, nearly lunging to pull Yang Fei's hair.

Yang Fei nonchalantly pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, and took a deep breath.

"Master Milan's fashion, the fabric used is mostly Shijia Bao Fabric."

"Shijia Bao Fabric is said to be the most expensive fabric in the world."

"Procured from the best raw materials, with the comfort of superfine wool, the softness of cashmere, the elegance of silk, finely spun and woven, topped off with a unique final 'paper press' finishing technique."

"Its main feature is the extremely fine yarn; the 250-thread wool diameter reaches only 11 microns."

"But look at the yarn in your dress, coarsely made, it's at a small workshop's level at best?"

Before the too-enraged-to-speak woman could respond,

Yang Fei pointed at the diamonds on her chest and smirked acerbically.

"Moreover, the diamonds on your chest are even more ridiculous, they're synthetic rhinestones."

"It's hard to imagine that Master Milan's work would use such poor-quality fake diamonds."

With that, Yang Fei sighed.

"Talking about Master Milan's work with someone so uncultured as you is like playing the zither to a cow."

"In short, your so-called ten-thousand-US-dollar dress is utterly crap!"

Everyone stared blankly at Yang Fei.

Though they didn't understand Yang Fei's words, it didn't stop them from despising the woman.

"Damn it, wearing a fake to fool people, exposed now, huh?"

"Pah, what's most annoying is these pretentious posers, it's just an ordinary dress, do you have to push it to the brink?"

"This kind of woman, you can tell she's no good, deceitful and snobbish!"

...

After finishing, Yang Fei pulled out five hundred yuan and tossed it lightly on the ground.

He glared at the woman in disgust: "That's for your clothes, now get lost."

The woman's face turned ashen.

Her dress was indeed a fake, but its design was luxurious and glamorous, and it bore Master Milan's insignia, fooling many people.

She never dreamed.

In this small place, her disguise would be exposed by some roguish pretty boy, and he'd humiliate her with five hundred yuan.

This was more humiliating than being stripped naked and paraded on the street.

The man behind her saw the woman's face turn from green to white, unable to save face.

He stepped forward, sneering coldly.

"What kind of ability is it to bully a woman? If you're tough, come at me."

This guy stood there full of the "protector of women" aura, blocking in front of the woman.

Yang Fei spat, saliva landing on the man's face.

"Is she your mother? Why can you bully an old man, but I can't bully a woman?"

The man was incensed by Yang Fei's fishwife-style insult.

"Kid, you're asking for a beating, believe it or not, I'll break your bones?"

With that, he was about to pounce viciously.

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