"I can stand, I've been sitting all day. Don't mind me, you keep selling the bracelets."
He wanted to observe first, check Qian Lele's sales and client situation, and then draft a plan to figure out a way to tackle the challenges.
"Alright then." Qian Lele sat back down on the little stool, her jeans stretched tightly in a round and tempting curve.
The bustling pedestrian street was filled with people coming and going.
From time to time, people would come up, pick up the bracelet, ask about the material, look at the craftsmanship, then get up and leave.
Tang Song observed for ten minutes, despite Qian Lele's enthusiastic effort, she hadn't sold a single item.
After a bit of pondering, combined with the information the glasses provided, Tang Song quickly came to a conclusion.
These bracelets were of poor quality, even to the point of being considered low-grade, with extremely low cost.
