Ye Wudao drove to a store specializing in marble sales. As soon as he entered, a female clerk immediately greeted him warmly and began promoting the store's Italian-imported marble to him.
It was only after the clerk had talked herself dry that Ye Wudao finally said to her, "I only want domestically produced marble, not imported."
It seemed the clerk had talked in vain, as her enthusiasm halved the moment she heard he wanted domestic marble. The prices for domestic stones were mostly transparent, offering little profit margin, hence her commission would naturally be low.
However, a customer is king, so the clerk still led Ye Wudao to an adjoining hall, which displayed over ten types of stone for him to choose from by himself while she went to attend to other customers.
