Unlike when the mall first opened, where people sward in like bees, grabbing free gifts as if they were competing, afraid they wouldn’t get theirs, you could yell until your throat was sore for them to line up, yet so still wouldn’t listen. So even quarreled and made a fuss with security to snatch things.
Ruth exclaid, "Isn’t that too outrageous?"
It wasn’t just Ruth; almost all the female store clerks in the top-line won’s clothing stores thought it was too exaggerated. They were envious to death because their salaries were composed of a base salary and commission.
If a month’s sales were good, their salary would crush the base salary and even double it.
They regretted it so much. When they initially saw the "GK" recruitnt inside the mall, they didn’t take it seriously, thinking a newly arrived brand couldn’t possibly compete with their established brands.
Who would have thought that the current popularity of "GK" would slap them in the face so hard?
"What’s there to brag about attracting custors like that? However exaggerated it is now, just wait until sothing happens, and it’ll be even more humiliating. Ruth, just watch!" a female employee said, unconvinced. It stemd from her not feeling very comfortable with a custor’s later attitude when she asked them before work and because just now, her voice was hoarse from calling at the store entrance, yet not a single person ca in.
The female employee was quite petty. She was jealous and wanted to see "GK" make a fool of itself to balance herself.
"Yeah." Ruth, seeing how well "GK" was doing, also felt envious. If "GK" really got into trouble by deceiving custors, then custors would cause a fuss and stop buying from "GK."
So many custors ca. If they don’t buy "GK" clothes, it doesn’t an they won’t buy other brands, especially since these are all won who love beauty. Shopping without buying one or two new garnts would feel like they’re letting themselves down.
In the "GK" store.
Oscar Olsen was caught off guard by the influx of won, the mix of various perfu scents making his nose itch: "Don’t push, everyone don’t push, the woman behind... why do you keep pushing my butt... Achoo..."
Oscar couldn’t hold it and sneezed, with the woman in front of him falling victim to being sprayed with spit.
"Sho... Shorri..." he muddled his apology in English.
"Screw you, a big man, do you even have the nerve to rush in and fight us girls for clothes? Aren’t you afraid of being embarrassed?" The woman said, glaring at Oscar with her delicately made-up face.
The woman instinctively thought Oscar must be here to grab clothes for his girlfriend. No matter how handso a man like him might be, he was soone else’s backyard treasure, having nothing to do with her.
Yet, having no gentlemanly manner, rushing so fast into a crowd of won, and sneezing on soone was definitely wrong.
Oscar was baffled: "Oh NO, you misunderstood, I am President Monroe’s free helper."
The woman was stunned.
Oscar’s deep eyes found Ivana Monroe, squeezed tight, unable to move, and he exclaid, pointing at her, "She’s the beautiful and talented CEO of GK. Her last na is Monroe, full na Ivana Monroe. The employees call her President Monroe."
Ivana, being pointed out by Oscar, turned back to glance at him.
Oscar was flattering her, making Ivana almost feel second-hand embarrassnt.
The woman was dumbfounded for a few seconds, her body starting to tremble. It was a tremor of excitent! Suddenly, she joyfully shouted "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her voice wasn’t too sharp, showing she was trying hard to control herself.
"President Monroe, idol... I’m your little fan!!! Please accept my kneeling."
The woman’s outcry attracted everyone’s attention, and in the blink of an eye, countless pairs of eyes looked at her, filled with surprise, excitent, and emotion.
Ivana suddenly had the illusion that she was a monkey, and not just any monkey but a rare golden snub-nosed monkey.
"President Monroe, I really love the clothes you design! What kind of divine hands do you have to create such fairy-like clothes? President Monroe, I really want to be the little pendant on your leg."
"President Monroe, you are so beautiful! I love you... I’m your die-hard fan."
"..."
Seeing these girls’ enthusiastic eyes, Ivana smiled, "Thank you... Thank you for appreciating and loving GK’s fashion."
Imdiately, there was a small climax around.
"President Monroe is so approachable!"
"Yes, yes, she doesn’t have the cold deanor of a CEO. She even smiled at !"
"I love it, I love both the clothes and the person."
Outside, under the guidance of security, a long queue was ford. The crowded space inside gradually loosened as security allowed twenty or thirty custors to stay inside for shopping in batches.
No one complained much, but the small group of people at the end of the line began to worry, wondering if they would get their turn, or if the GK clothes would be wiped out by those in front.
Shortly after.
Oscar led a female store clerk over, who held a fruit platter with sliced oranges—vibrant golden flesh, aromatic and tempting.
Oscar said, "These are prepared for custors patiently waiting at the back by President Monroe. Please enjoy them to your heart’s content."
The majority of custors weren’t too interested in the oranges; they only wanted to know whether what GK prepared today would reach them.
Soone raised the question.
Oscar smiled and said, "No one needs to worry. President Monroe learned that many of you arrived early to queue this morning; so even waited outside the mall for two hours. To ensure no one leaves empty-handed, each person is limited to purchasing two sets, guaranteeing that everyone here today can buy GK’s fashion and leave satisfied."
The custors at the back instantly went wild with joy. There were no bugs in "GK’s" fashion. They originally intended to buy each set, so they weren’t worried about not getting what they liked. Being at the back yet still able to buy two sets made them very happy.
At the worst, they could co early again tomorrow to buy more.
So won relaxed and started eating the oranges. As soon as one woman took a bite, she exclaid, "Whoa! This is Chu Orange! Genuine Chu Orange."
The girl almost cried while eating. Ravenswood was far from the production place of Chu Orange, and most of the ones shipped here were fake. Last year, while traveling with her family to the Chu Orange production site, she discovered this gem and couldn’t forget the taste after eating it. She had bought it a few tis in Ravenswood, and they were all fake.
The girl reached out to grab another orange only to find it had been snatched away, leaving a lonely slice, and several hands were reaching over to compete with her for it.
The girl swiftly grabbed the slice, popped it into her mouth, and the juicy, sweet flesh flooded her palate like heavenly nectar, quenching her thirst. The sweet and delicious taste danced on her taste buds, leaving a satisfied expression on her face.
Everyone finished eating the oranges, nodding with satisfaction.
"President Monroe is so thoughtful. She must have personally arranged for soone to buy the Chu Oranges from Sanvello."
"Oh my god! She sent soone to Sanvello in person; the round-trip airfare alone isn’t cheap! President Monroe’s sincerity towards us... really can’t be matched by any other business."
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