The acting was so exaggerated that Yang Qingheng's lips twitched, but it didn't matter, as long as it worked.
She smiled slightly and said politely, "I bought this at the very back of the exhibition. If you like it, you can go and take a look."
The two of them were exchanging pleasantries, and when they heard the word "bag," a group of people in front of Qiao Xihe's booth subconsciously looked over in their direction.
However, after just one glance, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
Seeing this, Qiao Xihe panicked and raised her voice, but no matter how hard she tried, everyone lost interest in her introduction and stared intently at Yang Qingheng.
"What's that tattoo on your bag? A pigeon? It's so beautiful!" A well-dressed woman in a suit exclaimed in surprise as she strode over.
Yang Qingheng held up her bag for her to touch, smiled confidently, and spoke fluent English with a calming charm: "This isn't tattooed or printed on. It's a traditional craft in our country called embroidery. This beautiful animal is called a crane, which is a symbol of good fortune in our country. Legend has it that it brings good luck and happiness."
"That's amazing! Can you take me to see that booth you mentioned?" The woman's eyes lit up when she heard this, clearly showing great interest.
Yang Qingheng nodded and led her to her booth.
Others followed suit, and within a minute, her booth was completely empty.
Qiao Xihe's face was deathly pale. For a moment, she didn't know whether she was more flustered or angry. Her vicious gaze was like that of a venomous snake lurking in the dead of night, its tongue flicking as it stared intently at Yang Qingheng.
Yang Qingheng naturally noticed the intense, murderous gaze behind her. She turned around, raised an eyebrow, and her provocative look almost made Qiao Xihe faint with anger.
You slut! You slut!
Within just a few minutes, Yang Qingheng's booth was packed with people, and the other food booths, which had been as quiet as theirs before, became much more lively as a result.
"Oh my god, I love this, Miss Yang, may I take it with me?" The blonde, blue-eyed woman couldn't resist the bags at Yang Qingheng's booth. If it weren't for the glass barrier, Yang Qingheng had no doubt that she would have wanted to crawl inside to take a look.
At that moment, she was holding a peony-shaped handbag, admiring it with obvious delight, her eyes shining as she looked at Yang Qingheng.
"Excuse me, ma'am, the bags at our booth today are all for exhibition purposes. They are all unique and also for other visitors to admire. If you like one, please give me your address and I can mail it to you free of charge." Yang Qingheng smiled warmly, and even her refusal didn't make anyone feel uncomfortable.
Moreover, a woman who has reached this position cannot be so fragile as to be unable to accept even a small rejection.
Sure enough, although the woman showed a regretful expression, her interest grew even stronger the next second: "Your company? Is it in this city? Your brand is truly the most unique brand I've ever seen. May I visit your company?"
She made the right bet.
Upon hearing the word "unique," a barely perceptible smile appeared in Yang Qingheng's eyes.
She couldn't hire a designer like Shen Rong, so she had to find someone else to fill the gap.
They're overseas, and they're so many years ahead of us in bag making and design. They've seen all sorts of excellent works. If she really wanted something that would catch her eye, Yang Qingheng couldn't think of anything other than traditional craftsmanship.
It must be said that our ancestors had absolutely exquisite aesthetic sense; their thousands of years of development are no joke.
Yang Qingheng's confidence grew stronger: "If you're interested, of course, could you please give me your contact information?"
The woman was happy and took out a business card from her bag, pulling Yang Qingheng along and insisting that she introduce her to some other styles.
Yang Qingheng nodded and said yes. The moment she saw the business card in her hand, her pupils suddenly contracted, but quickly returned to normal.
“Miss Yang, your English is so fluent, did you study abroad?” Evelyn exclaimed in surprise.
She didn't understand Mandarin, so when she came in, she found the half-baked translations from the stalls difficult to understand. The reason she stayed at Qiao Xihe's stall for so long was not because Qiao Xihe's bags were quite good and met her requirements, so she was more patient, but because Qiao Xihe's English was fluent and she felt comfortable listening to it.
I didn’t expect Yang Qingheng to speak English so well, and her intonation always had an indescribable charm. Evelyn couldn’t quite put her finger on the complex feeling, and could only categorize it as an Eastern charm.
She had once seen a Chinese movie by chance, and the girl in it spoke in the same way, which inexplicably made her feel a sense of goodwill.
"No, but if I had the chance, I'd like to see it for myself." Yang Qingheng shook her head, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.
Evelyn was indeed pleased by Yang Qingheng's expectant look and began to talk at length about her country. The two talked more and more enthusiastically, and by the end, the coldness in her eyes when she looked at Yang Qingheng was gone, replaced by a gentle and warm gaze.
Little did they know, all of this was Yang Qingheng's little scheme.
She'd seen foreign countries in later generations, so why would she be so interested in foreign countries in the 1980s?
When the manager saw people coming to the booth, he quickly grabbed his bag and returned with the employees from before, enthusiastically introducing his products to a group of customers.
It must be said that Yang Qingheng was very thoughtful in arranging the personnel. Several months ago, she personally gave them a thorough training. The group spoke fluent English and had a first-class understanding of the fashion industry. They successfully retained most of the people who came with Yang Qingheng, and even attracted many others who were not interested in bags at all.
Thanks to Yang Qingheng and their efforts, this booth in the far corner became the most bustling and popular booth in the exhibition hall. Several leaders nodded repeatedly, patted Tang Bainian on the shoulder, and praised her highly: "Your wife is really amazing. She is so capable. I don't think there are many people in this exhibition hall who can compare to her."
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