"Enruo, I don't like it, let's not buy it."

Gu Shaoxuan took it off and hung it on the rack, then touched the rabbit fur inside one last time before leaving. He found it strange; he had never seen anything like it inside clothing. Sure enough, the price was high, and the item was precious.

"See? I put it back. I knew it. It's so expensive that not many people can afford it. No wonder we don't stock much."

"That's right. These days, very few people can afford to buy clothes like this. Our factory manager only earns 80 yuan a month."

Even he might not be willing to buy such expensive clothes, let alone two young people whose monthly salary is only about 30 yuan.

"Who can argue with that? Even if young people like it, they don't have any money in their pockets."

Xia Enruo saw Gu Shaoxuan touch the rabbit skin and knew that he must have also taken a liking to it, but thought the price was too high.

That's true. These days, even if you're rich, you wouldn't be willing to spend like that, let alone someone earning a fixed salary.

In my past life, I could buy a watch for millions without batting an eye, and haute couture clothing was always custom-made by merchants who would come to my door to take my measurements and deliver the clothes.

Moreover, its own brand, Diwei, is a world-renowned emerging luxury brand with more than 1,500 boutiques worldwide.

Back then, which big-name celebrity, both domestic and international, wasn't eager to wear their own brand's latest gown on the red carpet and get some screen time?

There are plenty of opportunities in this era. Wait until you have money to build your brand, and then the brand's history can be even longer than before.

"Salesperson, I'd like to take the coat my husband was wearing. Could you please wrap it up for me?"

Xia Enruo's words caused everyone to stare at her with wide eyes.

"Holy crap, has this girl gone mad?!"