The sales associate clattered up the stairs to the second floor.
She shouted as she ran, "Manager! Manager! Come take a look at this!"
She called out several times.
Soon, a woman with a refined air came downstairs.
She looked to be about thirty years old.
Her makeup was exquisite, her jewelry tasteful and neat.
"What is it? I'm with a client right now."
"I'll take care of your client. You need to go see that customer over there. She wants to sell Super-Improved Silk Stockings."
The manager was puzzled. "Then why don't you just handle it? Why do you need me?"
The sales associate said, "Oh, it's different! The Attributes are different—they're really good. You have to go see for yourself."
Their reaction made Zhao Chi hesitate.
'Are the Attributes on these Silk Stockings too outrageous?'
'Should I just leave right now?'
But then he had another thought. 'I'm not the only one who uses special materials to craft cosmetic gear.'
