Ning Qian had put it bluntly. The reason she had wanted to add Xu Yun on WeChat was based on this very principle—she believed he was a high-level VIP, the kind who belonged in the inner circle.
So this time, having learned his lesson, he walked into the Louis Vuitton Store at the mall and didn't even bother mentioning that he was there to pick out clothes.
He mimicked how he'd acted when buying the watch in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, once again channeling his inner nouveau riche.
After all, according to the rules, he hadn't yet reached the level where he could just walk in and select clothes.
You had to slowly work your way up, just like with Patek Philippe!
Everyone might be a VIP, but even VIPs had different levels.
So, facing the enthusiastic sales associate, Xu Yun, with Yu Xuan in tow, said bluntly, "Take me to the inner room. I'm in a hurry. Don't waste my time with this outdated stuff you have hanging out here. I want to see your latest seasonal exclusives!"
