Two more customers entered through the door, a middle-aged man dressed in high-end suits who was starting to show signs of a receding hairline, sporting a Mediterranean hairstyle. Accompanying him was a young girl who was extremely pretty—not the school's beauty queen, but certainly the pride of her class—dressed in a real silk dress and carrying an exquisite little bag from a luxury brand, which was indeed the brand of this store.
"Good afternoon, sir, madam, what can I do for you?"
Sister Ma approached with a beaming smile, the kind she reserved for middle-aged men accompanied by young girls. Usually, these were wealthy bosses with their mistresses, and these older men were truly willing to spend on the girls. Otherwise, why would so many girls agree to be mistresses? Moreover, the young girl's bag was from this brand, which significantly increased the probability she would purchase from this brand again.
