Even with numerous customers, there was no long line at the front desk of Green Xifang.
Zheng Qing noticed that each customer in line at the front desk completes their transaction within a few seconds, then returns to the showroom with a satisfied smile.
This aroused his great interest.
"I thought the clerk at the front desk was from the multi-arm race," Zheng Qing tiptoed slightly and exclaimed, "I can't believe it's just an old woman... how does she do it!"
"What?" Jiang Yu, who was staring at a slowly passing fashion model not far away, didn't notice Zheng Qing's confusion.
"Did you notice how quickly the front desk is processing transactions?" Zheng Qing excitedly watched the old woman's move and shook his head, "Unbelievable, just looking at her actions, her behavior is not any different from ours."
