Bright eyes, a straight nose, and thick eyelashes.
The soft light in the shop swept across his perfect features, outlining his clear and handsome profile, complementing his tall and slender figure.
This man is amazing, he’s even more like Takeshi Kaneshiro than Daniel Wu.
He doesn’t look like a sales clerk, but rather a wealthy young master from a prominent family.
Ye Jia couldn’t help but think that if she took a picture of him with her phone and used it as wallpaper, many infatuated girls would probably lick the screen to pieces.
Jiao Yang felt Ye Jia’s burning, slightly infatuated gaze and couldn’t help but look up at her.
This glance was enough to make Jiao Yang’s entire being seem to leave his body, and he murmured, “Man…”
But when he came to his senses, he shook his head.
No, she is not Jiang Manyun.
Although their eyes and eyebrows look very similar, they are clearly two different people.
Calm down, calm down.
Seeing Ye Jia reminded Jiao Yang of his ex-girlfriend who broke up with him for a Hermes bag.
Jiao Yang took a deep breath, put on a professional smile, and stepped forward: “Miss, is there anything I can do for you?”
Ye Jia snapped out of her reverie, captivated by the male god’s stunning good looks, and casually pointed to the small platinum and diamond-encrusted bracelet beside her, asking, “What material is this bracelet made of?
Is the diamond a natural South African diamond, or is it synthetic?”
“Miss, you have excellent taste.
This is our new small Kelly bracelet, made entirely of white gold and set with 16 natural South African diamonds.”
Ye Jia listened and looked down at the price.
My goodness, such a small bracelet is priced at 95,000 yuan, that’s ridiculously expensive.
However, compared to the nine-figure sum in her account, this 95,000 doesn’t seem like much.
Ye Jia asked with a smile, “This bracelet is called Kelly, and Kelly is also the most popular bag in your store.
Does that mean if I buy this bracelet, I can also get a bag?”
A regular leather Kelly bag costs around 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, which is more than enough to match Hermès’ 1:1 matching ratio.
Jiao Yang didn’t answer her, he just smiled at her.
Although it was just a professional fake smile, Ye Jia was still dazzled by him.
Ye Jia looked down at the gold salesman badge he was wearing on his chest.
This young man became a top salesman at such a young age.
He probably charmed one rich woman after another with his smile, making them obediently open their wallets for him.
It has to be said that Hermès has a great eye for choosing sales staff.
With someone like him selling goods here, there’s no need to worry about sales performance.
After a moment of silence, Jiao Yang tentatively asked, “Miss, is this your first time here?”
Ye Jia nodded: “Yes, it’s my first time!”
He silently added in his mind, “This is my first time in this life, not my past life!”
Upon hearing this, Jiao Yang’s lips curled into a strange smile.
He was right.
The woman in front of him, whose eyes and brows resembled Jiang Manyun’s, was not some hidden rich girl at all, but a genuine slum girl.
In fact, he knew that Ye Jia was not a rich man’s daughter or wife as soon as she walked into Hermès.
As the son of the richest man, he has seen far too many tycoons, rich women, second-generation rich, third-generation rich, and even Nth-generation rich.