Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Tao Yun, holding a black miniskirt, an off-shoulder top, and a camisole dress, headed to the fitting room. Her steps were somewhat erratic, her delicate babyface equally filled with bewilderment.

The Hermès fitting rooms were nothing like those cramped cubicles of merely a couple of square meters found in regular stores; they were extremely spacious, large enough to host a tea party for several girlfriends without feeling crowded.

Luxurious leather carpets, Italian leather sofas, the fitting rooms even had romantic roses that every girl adores, tender green stems and petals with a faint fragrance.

They were real flowers, not those plastic petals meant only for display.

It wasn't until the smiling attendant gently closed the door of the fitting room that Tao Yun, unable to contain her excitement any longer, spun around twice on the spot.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, she picked up the black miniskirt and gently stroked the fabric with her hand; it was silky smooth without the slightest roughness.

She put the skirt close to her nose to sniff gently. The luxury garment, worth $490,000, had none of that pungent, new-clothes smell. On the contrary, this skirt even carried a delicate scent that was almost imperceptible.

At that moment, she couldn't tell if that subtle fragrance came from the fitting room itself or from the garment.

Eager, she peeled off her own clothes and then slipped into the miniskirt...

The lilac shirt she was wearing was a birthday gift from her family on her 20th birthday and the most expensive summer garment Tao Yun owned.

Purchased for $1,300 from a light luxury shop, it was her favorite outfit.

But now, as she wore the $490,000 black miniskirt and turned in front of the large floor mirror, the hem fluttering, Tao Yun couldn't help but widen her eyes; then, she turned her gaze to the $350,000 dress and the $590,000 off-shoulder gown...

Outside the fitting room, Chu Mo was enjoying VIP-level service from a beautiful attendant. The attendant by his side appeared to be around 22 or 23 years old, with distinguished qualities. She possessed not just a fine face but, with her exquisite makeup, she was at least a pleasant sight to behold.

The attendant before him wore a proper business outfit, her legs encased in black stockings standing with an upright posture. She must have undergone basic posture training and exuded an air of elegance.

In a top luxury store like Hermès, there are extremely strict requirements for the salesladies, paying great attention to the employees' image and demeanor. The attendants here may not all be especially beautiful, but they must possess a certain presence.

And facing a top-tier customer like Chu Mo, the saleslady was even more cautious and respectful.

Chu Mo waited idly; Tao Yun inside the fitting room obviously struggled to decide which garment to wear and didn't come out for quite a while. During this time, new customers entered the store.

Chu Mo came here not only to accompany Tao Yun on her shopping but also to inspect the current state of the building. Since his arrival, he hadn't noticed any issues. Now, seeing other customers shopping, he grew curious and paid special attention to the newly arrived clients.

The new customer was a young woman, roughly 24 or 25 years old, who was evidently well-dressed. She had a delicate face and a graceful figure, although her height was quite ordinary. Even with high heels, she stood at around 1.60 meters.

With Chu Mo's discerning eye, he couldn't tell what sort of level the lady's outfit fell into. However, just the fact that she could walk into a luxury brand store meant she was at least middle class.

When a saleslady approached to greet her, the woman asked:

"Excuse me, do you have Constance here?"

The saleslady's cheeks were adorned with a friendly smile as she shook her head slightly:n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I'm sorry, we don't have that here."

"Do you have any Kelly bags?"

"I'm really sorry, we don't have any here either."

"What about Birkin?"

"Yes! I'm really sorry."

The saleswoman's voice was gentle, and her attitude sincere, but the girl who sighed softly and shook her head in frustration, revealed a look of disappointment.

Witnessing such a scene, if he were just a regular customer, Chu Mo might have been merely curious, but he certainly wouldn't have meddled.

However, as the owner of the financial tower, Chu Mo couldn't just ignore it.

The entire building was his territory, and Hermès was just one of his many tenants, and the young lady was not only a customer of Hermès but also his guest.

Chu Mo definitely did not want to see any instances of the store bullying a customer.

Of course, Chu Mo also trusted the quality of Hermès staff. As one of the world's top luxury brands, Hermès took pride in their first-class level of service, and would not likely be looking down on people.

He had wanted to inquire about the situation with the salesperson, but he was afraid of hearing just one side of the story. So, when he saw the lady with a helpless look turn to leave, Chu Mo immediately began walking, following her at a leisurely pace.

The woman left the Hermès store and headed towards the building's entrance, seemingly planning to leave. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Chu Mo quickened his pace and came up beside her. As he walked alongside the woman, Chu Mo said gently,

"Miss, may I take a minute of your time?"

Upon hearing this, the woman who had stopped walking instinctively took a few steps back, but upon seeing Chu Mo's gentle smile, her cheeks flushed slightly and she hesitated,

"Are you... the guy from the Hermès store just now?"

Chu Mo nodded, then said apologetically,

"I was shopping with my girlfriend, she's in the fitting room, and I happened to see what just happened. I hope you don't mind me asking, but what exactly was the situation just now? Does the Hermès store really not have the three kinds of bags you mentioned? Or is there some other reason?"

Upon hearing this, the woman with delicate makeup and slightly reddened cheeks purposely looked up at Chu Mo's handsome face and, upon her gaze falling on Chu Mo's Gucci belt inlaid with a thirty-carat diamond, the increasingly ladylike woman said softly,

"No, it's not that. Hermès does have those three kinds of bags. The most famous series from Hermès are Birkin, Constance, and Kelly, which we girls like to call BKC.

The cheapest of these costs tens of thousands, and not only are they expensive, but they are also scarce, truly the crowning jewels of handbags."

Upon hearing this, Chu Mo frowned for the first time. If the store did have the items but told the customer they didn't, was the problem with Hermès, or was it with the woman in front of him?

If it was the latter, Chu Mo couldn't really say anything since the customer is king. However, if it was indeed a problem with Hermès, Chu Mo would definitely need to investigate the cause. Even if it was a top world brand, it couldn't misbehave on his turf.

At this moment, Chu Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, his gentle demeanor suddenly replaced by one of authority.

The woman across from him paused, and as she looked up at Chu Mo again, her beautiful eyes unconsciously displayed a mix of curiosity and a hint of fear.