This little incident didn’t affect Su Mo’s mood.

He stopped in front of a tastefully decorated shop and looked up at its creatively designed name.

Sasser No. 1.

This was a very famous high-end tailor shop in New Moon City, known for its elegant modern style and perfect lines, dubbed as the “wardrobe of the wealthy.”

Su Mo’s idea about formal wear was one set is enough, straight to the point.

It’s primarily for business situations; having one suit suffices, no need to have dozens like the super-rich.

But the quality of this suit must be good.

If you buy a cheap suit, it might be just enough for today, but then you’ll need a new one for higher-end occasions, and another new one for even higher-end places, adding up to quite a sum.

It’s better to buy something good all at once, comfortable to wear, and adaptable to future various events.

In the game “Dawn” story, there were brief mentions that Sasser No. 1 had a good reputation and quality for formal wear, so Su Mo chose this place.

At the shop entrance, there was a young and beautiful receptionist with a nameplate on her shoulder engraved with her name, Jessica.

Jessica didn’t hawk for customers, as that was for small shops; she just kept a graceful smile on her face, seeing off passing guests, until someone entered requiring her welcoming.

Seeing Su Mo approaching, Jessica slightly bowed, “Hello.”

She straightened up, saw the Borderland Plaque on Su Mo’s neck, paused for a moment, a hint of undisguised distaste in her eyes.

But she retained her professionalism, keeping a smile and asked, “Are you here to customize a suit at Sasser No. 1?”

She deliberately emphasized the words “Sasser No. 1,” seemingly reminding Su Mo of the class here.

As a former gaming nerd, Su Mo had little interaction with girls and didn’t catch the hidden meaning in her words, replying honestly, “Yes, looking at suits.”

Jessica, helpless, could only lead Su Mo inside.

The interior of Sasser No. 1 was very elegant, with dark red hardwood floors reflecting the soft glow of the ceiling lights.

Mannequins clad in sample clothes posed in various positions for the customer to view the actual wearing effect.

Well-dressed tailors occasionally walked by, exuding an elegance with every movement.

The Lakefront Business District didn’t require admission tickets or have special restrictions, anyone could come.

Thus, there were often loafing poor wretches roaming around, looking, asking questions, and yet not buying, much to the indignation of store owners.

Seeing Su Mo with his “Fourth-Class Citizen” Borderland Plaque, Jessica naturally categorized him as such.

She led him to a guest chair and said, “Please, have a seat.”

Then she turned away, neglecting to even bring a glass of water, leaving him unattended.

Su Mo thought someone would come to assist, so he sat playing on his phone.

After waiting half an hour, finishing a mobile game round, still no one came, he was left alone like a log.

Feeling something was amiss, he stood to find Jessica, only to see her returning with an elegant father-daughter duo, smiling broadly.

The father wore a luxury shirt and gentleman’s hat, exuding elegance, while the daughter, only seven or eight, wore a fairy-tale princess-like white dress, evidently from upper-class society.

Jessica eagerly welcomed both, sweetly saying, “Mr. Poxuding, Miss Sona, please come in, let me show you this year’s hottest styles.”

“If you aren’t satisfied with these styles, our tailor can provide a personalized design meeting all your needs.”

Just as Jessica was about to lead the pair to the exhibit area, Su Mo stood up: “Wait a moment, what’s going on? Leaving me here for half an hour unattended and now welcoming new guests?”

Poxuding and Sona were stunned, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.

Jessica didn’t expect Su Mo to entangle, smiling insincerely: “Very sorry, it was my oversight. I’ll first lead these two to the display area and then get back to you.”

Su Mo frowned: “You seem not to have understood my words. I came first, sequentially they should be after me, shouldn’t you take me first?”

Jessica maintained her fake smile: “Really sorry, these two are regulars of Sasser No. 1, their time is precious. I’ll prepare a small gift for you later, is that acceptable?”

Su Mo was very displeased: “What does this have to do with being a regular or receiving gifts? First-come, first-served is basic, everyone’s day is 24 hours, whose time isn’t precious?”

Inside, Jessica was cursing, but still used her trained sweet tone: “Sir, if you’re in a hurry, you can check out other shops. There are many nice clothing stores on this floor.”

Su Mo: “What do you mean, driving me away? The issue isn’t which store, but that you owe me an explanation.”

Jessica was seething with anger.

This Mr. Poxuding was a big entrepreneur and one of New Moon City’s commercial representatives, with the privilege to attend municipal meetings as a semi-business and semi-government figure.

If his shopping experience were ruined, her job would be on the line.

Thinking of this, Jessica didn’t argue anymore, lowered her voice and spoke into her headset’s communicator: “There’s someone causing trouble with the VIP client here, quickly come and remove the person.”

Soon, uniformed security entered to surround Su Mo, expressionlessly saying: “Please come with us.”

Su Mo chuckled, telling Jessica: “You’re truly something! I wasn’t causing trouble or vandalizing, just asking for an explanation, and you directly call security to kick me out? Do you have any service industry ethics? Does your boss know you’re this high-handed?”

Jessica didn’t bother with words, signaling security to swiftly remove him.

Before security could act, the little girl named Sona grew anxious, clutching her father’s coat, innocently saying: “Daddy, when we came in, I saw this brother was already inside, he did come first, we can’t cut the line!”

Jessica didn’t expect a “backstab,” momentarily dazed, carefully looking at Poxuding.

One cannot generalize people.

There are various types of rich people.

Some are arrogant due to their wealth and status, looking down on others everywhere, with low morals.

Of course, there are also well-bred, well-educated, humble wealthy people.

Poxuding obviously belonged to the latter.

He wasn’t in the least bothered by Su Mo’s Borderland Plaque, took off his hat, and nodded apologetically: “Sorry, sir, no one informed me you were waiting.”

“You go first, I’ll queue after you. This unpleasant situation is embarrassing, trust that Sasser No. 1 will correct this, preventing such a basic mistake in the future.”

Jessica heard the underlying hint, somewhat flustered, standing there unsure of what to do.

Su Mo, not holding back, directly added: “Sir, you’re right, we can’t let one person ruin a store’s reputation; hope Sasser No. 1 will take heed.”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep