Hearing this, the saleswoman was instantly thrilled. Two phones sold in one go? That was a commission of several hundred yuan!

It was obvious the middle-aged man in the Adidas outfit had been goaded by the young man. Otherwise, he never would have bought a phone that cost over seven thousand yuan. She could tell that much from how he’d been acting earlier.

But as happy as she was, she was now in a difficult position. Deep down, she wanted to help the handsome guy in the camouflage first, but just as the middle-aged man said, he had indeed been there first.

She glanced at Fang Chenyi apologetically, momentarily unsure who to help first.

Just then, however, Fang Chenyi simply smiled and nodded at the man before turning to the saleswoman with a lighthearted wave.

"It’s no problem. Go ahead and ring this gentleman up first. I’m still getting a SIM card sorted out over there, so I’m in no rush."

With that, Fang Chenyi smiled and turned back to the counter where he was getting his replacement SIM.

Given Fang Chenyi’s current level of composure, there was no way he would stoop to arguing with an ordinary person.

Perhaps only those with no real substance felt the need to fight for so-called "face."

Besides, the guy was buying one of his company’s phones. What reason did he have to be angry?

Seeing Fang Chenyi’s easygoing smile, the man in Adidas curled his lip. ’This kid must be scared of me,’ he thought.

His voice grew a few decibels louder, and he deliberately pulled his Toyota Prado keys from his pocket and began toying with them.

"Hey, miss, can you hurry it up? I have to pick up a client soon!"

Seeing the car keys in his hand and hearing what he said, the saleswoman’s eyes lit up. ’So he really is rich!’ she thought. She immediately beamed and started processing his purchase.

Fang Chenyi, for his part, didn’t spare them another glance, focusing solely on waiting for his SIM card.

The saleswoman brought the phone over to the checkout counter to be rung up. The middle-aged man followed close behind, plopped down in the seat next to Fang Chenyi, and began shamelessly ogling the two clerks.

"Hey, beautiful, how about we add each other on WeChat? That way, I’ll know who to find next time I need a phone."

The clerk agreed readily as she unboxed the phone and let the man test it out.

Soon, the man’s phone was ready. After swiping his card and paying, he fiddled with the device for a moment, exchanged a few more flirtatious remarks with the saleswoman, and then walked out.

However, whether he forgot or simply didn’t care, after taking out the phone, its accessories, and the warranty card, the man left the empty box on the counter.

The saleswoman saw this but didn’t think anything of it. Plenty of customers took the contents and left the box behind.

So once the man was out the door, she casually picked up the box to toss it in the nearby trash can.

Seeing this, Fang Chenyi, who had been quietly waiting for his SIM card, suddenly called out.

"Wait, don’t throw it away!"

Perhaps because he was in a hurry, his tone was urgent and a little loud, startling the two saleswomen.

The saleswoman holding the box flinched, her hand trembling. She snatched the box back just as she was about to let it go, preventing it from falling into the trash can.

She turned to look at the young man, confused.

"What is it, sir?"

Fang Chenyi had shouted purely on instinct, almost like a professional habit.

He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. The reason was simple: he didn’t actually care about one little box.

But since he’d already spoken up, he could only offer a wry smile and shake his head. He then smiled at the saleswoman and said:

"That box you’re holding... you’re throwing it away? Could I have it?"

The saleswoman paused. ’Oh, he just wants the box,’ she thought. Without giving it a second thought, she handed it to him.

Fang Chenyi took the box and subconsciously pulled out his satchel. The once-fine Louis Vuitton bag was now a complete wreck after being soaked in seawater, its surface marred by rings of white salt stains.

The sight of the bag made the saleswoman freeze. ’That bag is so...’

But that wasn’t all. She then watched as the young man unzipped the satchel. Inside, instead of money or bank cards, there was a woven plastic bag!

That’s right—one of those red-and-blue striped woven plastic bags.

In that instant, the saleswoman’s initial assessment of the young man came rushing back.

’Dressed in camo, carrying a filthy, ruined bag that holds a woven sack instead of money.’

’And now he was stuffing a discarded phone box into it!’

’What was he if not a textbook migrant worker? His handsome features might make the camouflage look good, but that couldn’t change the facts!’

’For a moment, she started to wonder if he’d just been messing with her earlier. Could someone like *that* really afford a phone that cost more than seven thousand yuan?’

[Host has collected one discarded phone box. System reward: 100 yuan. The reward has been transferred to the Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

The long-lost notification sound made Fang Chenyi zone out for a moment. Ever since he’d arrived on the island, he’d used the storage space within the woven bag daily, but he hadn’t actually "collected" anything. The sound of the system felt almost unfamiliar.

To the saleswoman watching him, however, his dazed expression meant something else entirely.

And so, she made no move to get the phone for Fang Chenyi.

After a moment, Fang Chenyi snapped out of his daze. Seeing the clerk still standing there, he asked, puzzled:

"So, are you able to get my phone for me now?"

At his words, the saleswoman froze, wondering if she had heard him correctly.

Seeing her reaction, Fang Chenyi gave a helpless, wry smile, shook his head, and pointed toward the phone in the display case.

"Are you sure you want to buy that phone? Even with the biggest discount I can give you, it’ll still be seven thousand, three hundred and fifty yuan."

Fang Chenyi found the quote amusing. He distinctly remembered the middle-aged man paying seven thousand, four hundred and fifty for the same phone just moments ago.

The man had even haggled with her for quite a while, but she hadn’t budged on the price. Yet for him, she had knocked a hundred yuan right off the top.

CREAK—

However, before Fang Chenyi could reply, the glass door creaked open, and the same middle-aged man from before walked back in.

"Hey, miss," he said with a chuckle. "I was just thinking... I’ll take that phone box after all."