"Stockings?"
Ye Wudao's shout immediately drew the attention of many girls.
"Boss, are these stockings authentic Fanxi stockings?"
"Of course, they're authentic, one hundred bucks a pair!" Ye Wudao said.
"That's a bit expensive, can I open it to check?" the girl frowned.
"No way, these are high-end stockings, we sell but don't unpackage!" Ye Wudao shook his head.
"But how can I know if they're real or fake if I don't open them?"
"They must be fake!"
"Exactly, let's go, girls. I didn't expect this handsome guy to look good but be so shady in business, indeed one can't judge a book by its cover!"
A few girls looked at Ye Wudao with despising glances, then turned to leave.
"Leaving just like that?!" Ye Wudao had a stunned expression; "Ladies, these really are genuine imported high-grade stockings!
The thing is, if you open them and don't buy them, what should I do?
Wouldn't I die from the loss?
