Chione thought that maybe there was an even cheaper one.
The sales assistant replied with a smile, "Of course! We also have white, silver, pink, and red bags. Take a look at that row over there."
Following the direction of the assistant's finger, Chione saw several bags in various colors with a similar design lined up neatly on the shelf. "You can see if there's one you like."
"Could you please tell me the price of each bag?"
"The white one is 53.5 thousand, the silver one is 57.5 thousand, the pink one is 51.5 thousand..."
The prices varied slightly depending on the color. As it turned out, the black one she had already picked was actually the cheapest of them all.
There was no way Chione could go for something that expensive. She gave an awkward smile. "Compared to the others, I think this color actually looks the nicest."
The sales assistant smoothly went along with her, "Then shall I wrap it up for you now?"
Chione looked a bit embarrassed. "Let me think about it a little more."
She couldn't afford a handbag that was nearly 50 thousand dollars. She was hoping for something a little cheaper.
Samantha smiled and chimed in. "Do you think it's too expensive? If you're short on money, you can just say so. Just ask the staff to show you the cheapest one. No need to force yourself to buy something pricey to show off, especially if you can't actually afford it."
Samantha seemed considerate, but each word stung.
"Pfft. Haha!"
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