CHAPTER 230: CHAPTER 62: SOMEONE’S FINANCIAL ACUMEN 2

The bustling Paris, the mundane days, Lin Ying’s once crystal-clear life, has become riddled with holes under the wash of reality.

At this moment, if someone were to look out from the towering buildings all around, they would see a very strange scene. Underneath the billboard, a short Eastern woman is hitting the billboard, her face full of fervor.

And another tall and thin figure, simply looks up at the billboard.

"Lin Ying, do you like romance? Not just between men and women is there talk of romance. When you stand under the T-stage lights, I will send you the most beautiful flowers, not impure pink roses, but a huge bouquet symbolizing success," Su Ziceng gestured vigorously, planning a romantic pact between women.

A simple thank you could not express Lin Ying’s feelings at the time; all she could do was to embrace Su Ziceng with a warm hug as the French do. After lifting Su Ziceng up, Lin Ying mischievously spun around, scaring Su Ziceng into shrieking continuously.

Friendship is not necessarily easier to figure out than love. Su Ziceng and Lin Ying had only known each other for a week, but their friendship lasted a lifetime.

After that day, even though Lin Ying was still very worried about Su Ziceng taking over her role as the new guide at ZARA, she had to go straight to London due to the urgency of time.

Without Lin Ying, the basement was emptier. After a night of sleep, Su Ziceng’s sense of loss had faded, and she looked at the simple ZARA guide uniform without much worry.

In the past, at "Admiration," because of the small store, she had to double as a guide and cashier, and even occasionally act as a cleaner. She was so busy that she was literally run off her feet.

The self-service shopping system at ZARA seemed much simpler and more relaxed than at "Admiration." It shouldn’t be too difficult to adapt.

ZARA, surrounded by high-end brands, seemed to Su Ziceng like an insignificant ugly duckling, not something she took too seriously. Yet, it was this unassuming brand that brought a massive storm to Su Ziceng’s career.

First, one must adapt to survive. This was what Su Ziceng realized on her first day at ZARA.

Compared to the dazzling models carrying and wearing big brands, illuminated countless times by spotlight during various fashion weeks, ZARA doesn’t advertise, doesn’t use celebrity endorsement, and even the stores are converted from old garages.

After meticulous renovations, Su Ziceng didn’t smell the gasoline odor that Lin Ying talked about. What she saw was salespeople quickly tidying up piles of clothes and hanging them up swiftly.

Indeed, she didn’t need to actively approach the wave of customers, nor did she need to pick out styles for them. Everyone who enters ZARA has their own independent judgement.

The city of Paris is like a big dyeing workshop; everyone who passes through it gains sharp and unique discernment.

Her challenge was to restock quickly, remember different price ranges, and keep an eye on inventory. To put this in perspective, it’s like a cramming student facing exams in four or five subjects all at the same time. Numbers, colors, and a mix of sentences in French and English with various accents bombarded Su Ziceng’s brain.

For three consecutive days, when she returned home, she was so tired that she didn’t even have the strength to take off her clothes and fell asleep on the sofa in the basement.

Su Ziceng finally understood why the lazy boy sofa was placed at the exit. It wasn’t for decoration or for changing shoes, but for convenience of falling asleep instantly.

A week later, when Su Ziceng finally memorized all the clothes in her area, she breathed a sigh of relief. But before she could take another breath, the rows of clothes she was familiar with were taken down and moved to the discount area.

"What’s going on?" Before Su Ziceng could react, the friendly African saleswoman with Jamaican braids ripped off a brand-new order list for her.

"The rule at ZARA is to renew stock every other week." The saleswoman showed off a flashy white smile, which in the not-so-bright light, seemed a bit eerie. (Note: For the purpose of this book, the renewal speed of this Spanish brand is slightly exaggerated, usualy it is every two weeks.)

This meant that a week’s hard work was all in vain, and Su Ziceng was somewhat reluctant to accept reality. But with Lin Ying gone to London, it also meant that her "bread and butter" was no longer there.

"Lin Ying in London must be working hard right now, right?" the African saleswoman helped Su Ziceng sort the newly arrived clothes.

"Yes," Su Ziceng, with her arms aching, picked up dozens of clothes, biting her lip, "I should work even harder." Otherwise, there wouldn’t even be a small cabbage she could afford, let alone a huge bouquet.

"Are all people from Z country so hard-working? I have many people from Z country around me, all are very diligent." The African saleswoman looked at Su Ziceng’s slight figure wobbling under the stack of clothes.

"That’s why there’s so much ’made in Z country’," Su Ziceng, along with the pile of clothes, collapsed onto the warehouse shelf. While complaining, her gaze fell on a tag that had slipped out of a packaging bag.

Perhaps, the world needs hard-working people from Z country, and the people of Z country need... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)