Turns out, everyday people also have demands.
Those young girls in their twenties, for entry-level luxury bags costing three to five thousand, will grit their teeth and occasionally splurge. As long as your service is good and they try on enough items, when they're in a good mood, they'll make the purchase.
Wan Donglin laughed. "Pretty good."
Xu Xiaoya was delighted by his praise. She rubbed her hands together nervously. "But Mr. Wan," she said, a little hesitant, "this is all thanks to you..."
Wan Donglin knew she was referring to using the money from his card to repay Huang Xiaojue, so he casually waved his hand to stop her from continuing, smiling. "Xu Xiaoya, I've discovered you have quite the business acumen. It'd be a waste of talent if you only run this small shop."
Xu Xiaoya widened her eyes.
"The previous shop hasn't done as well under its new manager as it did with you. Once you've caught a breather here, you should take over management of that shop as well."
