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"Cash or transfer?" the receptionist asked, trying her best to maintain a professional tone. It was difficult though, especially with her colleagues nearby giggling under their breath. "Transfer," Abel replied immediately. He brought out his phone, a low-end model that caught everyone’s attention. The workers narrowed their eyes, silently judging, but said nothing. Abel quickly transferred the money to the account they provided, then requested a room to change. The receptionist called for the same attendant to escort him. She had no choice but to comply, even though she felt ashamed. Only a few hours ago, she had mocked Abel, and now he had just bought one of the most expensive suits in the store. Even her entire monthly salary could not compare to the price of that suit. She led Abel t

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