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 acun. 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 managent of that shop as well."
Xu Xiaoya was incredulous, her joy tinged with bewildernt. "Mr. Wan, this isn’t my achievent. Xixi ticulously handled every single one of our promotional campaigns."
Nonchalantly, Wan Donglin responded, "Yan Xixi doesn’t need to handle these matters anymore."
Xu Xiaoya was sowhat taken aback. What did he an, Xixi doesn’t need to anymore? What on earth did Mr. Wan an by that?
But if Wan Donglin didn’t elaborate, she didn’t dare ask further.
After wandering around for a while, Wan Donglin finally said, "Show the footage from the day of the fight."
He was different from others; he didn’t care how many bags Yang Wei had taken, nor did he have any interest in the quarrels of the two old won. He was only interested in repeatedly watching the scene where Yan Xixi was tripped by Aunt Xiaojue, then charged up and brandished a chair as if to strike...
Watching it, he couldn’t help but start laughing.
This was the real Yan Xixi.
This was precisely the type of woman he desired. A Saint who couldn’t even defend her own dignity? Such a woman was best left to other n.
When Xu Xiaoya saw him actually laugh, she had no idea why and was completely baffled, but she didn’t dare to ask.
When Huang’s father walked out, he saw his wife surreptitiously erging from the side and glared at her irritably.
Given Huang’s mother’s nature, she certainly wouldn’t have gone far after seeing Wan Donglin; she had been hiding nearby, eavesdropping. The more she heard, the angrier she beca, her face turning crimson. She sullenly followed her husband into the car, finally unable to hold back. "Was he telling the truth? Wasn’t Wan Donglin saying that deliberately for us to hear? Is Yan Xixi really that good?"
When her husband didn’t respond, she scoffed, "What a joke! Would Wan Donglin marry her? And what’s this about him proposing multiple tis, but she refused because she loves our son? That’s utterly ridiculous! A family like the Wan Family, would they even consider her? If they really were to marry her, Yan Xixi would probably wake up from her sleep laughing! Marrying into the Wan Family is harder than winning the lottery. Wan Donglin really knows how to flatter her..."
Huang’s father replied coldly, "Even if he is just flattering her, he would only do so if he genuinely loved her. Otherwise, why would he even bother?"
"My god, can she really marry into a wealthy family? Could she marry soone better than our son?"
"What are you jealous of now?"
"Where am I showing jealousy? I just can’t see what’s so great about Yan Xixi. She’s such a fierce woman; even if she were the epito of purity and innocence, a family like ours couldn’t handle her. She even had the audacity to lay hands on ..."
"Old woman, you shouldn’t concern yourself with this. No matter how fierce she is, it’s not your problem anymore. It’s not like she could possibly marry our son again."
Huang’s mother was agitated. "Surely she isn’t planning to marry Wan Donglin?"
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