"You actually have some self-awareness."
"What are they doing?" Luo Qingli saw many women carrying a rose to give to a certain male model at the fashion show, and asked Ye Qingyu beside her in confusion.
Ye Qingyu gave a lazy smile, "Those! Each rose costs ten thousand yuan, but can only be bought here at this club. It's a form of marketing. You buy a flower to give to the models on the runway, and they get to share profits with the owner here. Didn't you see? Those roses aren't even fresh anymore. Who knows how many rounds they'll go through in a day!"
"How do you know all this? One rose for ten thousand yuan, my goodness, there have been at least a hundred roses sold just now!" Out there, a rose costs only ten yuan.
