It is normal to have trillions of assets just after graduation.

The only way to make a living is to go to the market.

Personal customization? Ready-made clothes?

Adults don't make choices.

"Both!"

Wu Liang said softly.

Personal customization is more advanced than ready-made clothes, and tailor-made clothes will be more comfortable, but it takes time to wait.

Wu Liang can't be without clothes to wear during the waiting time, so choosing two options is not contradictory.

But even though he said it lightly, the saleswoman was stunned. She asked tentatively with some uncertainty:

"Sir, do you mean both ready-made and custom-made are needed?"

"Why, do you only have one choice every time you come to Armani?"

"Ah... no, no, no, that's not what I mean. Do you want to choose ready-made or custom-made first?"

Wu Liang asked back, and the saleswoman's expression changed slightly and she shook her head repeatedly.

Although she did not neglect Wu Liang because of his current outfit.

But in her heart, she still felt that the other party was at most looking at discounted products, low-end and low-priced ones.

But he told her that both ready-made and custom-made were needed.

Not to mention ready-made clothes, Armani's private customization, each model starts at hundreds of thousands, can he really buy it?

But the saleswoman just thought about these words in her heart, but she didn't dare to say them out loud.

"Let's choose ready-made clothes first!"

"Okay, this way please."

"Then may I ask sir, what are your requirements for ready-made clothes? For example, price, grade, and what occasions you plan to wear them?"

Anyway, I have to buy both, so it doesn't matter which one I choose first.

Wu Liang also doesn't need to think too much about this.

Upon hearing this, the female salesperson took him to the ready-made clothing area while making further inquiries.

Only when she knows enough can she make better recommendations.

"If I remember correctly, the best ready-made clothes of Armani should be the Giorgio Armani series, right?"

Wu Liang's understanding of Armani was when he was in college.

Because one of his roommates was a die-hard fan of Armani and always heard him mention it.

He remembered that in addition to private customization, Armani's ready-made clothes were divided into multiple levels.

From high to low, they are the top-level ready-to-wear GA (basically priced at 100,000), the business-oriented AC for high-end white-collar workers (about 25% cheaper than GA), and the fashion series EA for young people (generally priced between 2,000 and 20,000).

At that time, his roommate specifically said that only these three series were the real Armani, and he himself usually wore the EA series.

The remaining casual wear and jeans series AJ, A/X and EA7 of the Armani product chain franchise outsourcing retail, are completely fake goods, the kind that buy a trademark.

"Yes, sir, GA is our top-level ready-to-wear series, and it is also the most expensive among the ready-to-wear series."

"Then choose GA, the price doesn't matter, and there are no special requirements for the occasion. Anyway, it is needed for home, leisure, and business."

Wu Liang remembered correctly, so what else can be said, definitely choose the top-level ready-to-wear GA.

"The GA series is here, please."

Every time Wu Liang spoke, his tone was very flat.

But every time he spoke, the saleswoman's heart trembled.

Based on his current performance, the saleswoman thought that she had either really met a low-key rich man, or met a pure pretender, and finally made her work in vain.

Personally, she hoped that Wu Liang belonged to the former.

Wu Liang was not clear about the saleswoman's mental dynamics.

He just thought that he had millions in his card now, and there were tens of millions waiting for cashback on the "I Can Buy the World" 100 million times cashback card, so he was not short of money.

Since he decided to buy good clothes, he naturally had to buy the best.

When they came to the garment area of ​​GA, there were several shopping guides taking customers to choose clothes.

When they saw Wu Liang coming, someone glanced at him and his expression changed slightly, but no one said anything directly.

But it was obvious that when he appeared in the Armani store, although the female shopping guides around him did not neglect him, the customers who came here were somewhat disdainful or even contemptuous of him because of his dress.

Wu Liang would not say anything about this.

He couldn't stand on a display cabinet, holding a bank card and shouting, "What are you looking at? I have millions in my card. I am a rich man, right?"

That's not a slap in the face, that's a hole in the brain.

So he just picked clothes according to the recommendations of the female shopping guide.

"This set is our GA series this season's commercial

"This is the main business model of Armani, and the sales are very good. Although this is the last set, the size is just right for you. What do you think?"

"Well, I'll try it first."

"It's really good, then help me..."

"I want this set of clothes, pack it for me.

The GA series is the best of Armani's ready-to-wear clothes, both in style and fabric workmanship.

Wu Liang took the main business model of this season recommended by the female shopping guide and tried it. It was comfortable and fit.

Just when he was about to let the female shopping guide pack it for him, a woman who was at least fifty years old, with wrinkles on her face even after applying a thick layer of foundation, and a bloated figure but wearing a close-fitting long skirt, wearing a jade bracelet pendant, took the clothes from the female shopping guide first.

Then, she smiled and said to a young man next to her who was about the same age as Wu Liang, with a strange tone:

"Dear, don't you like this dress? I'll buy it for you now."

"I've satisfied you today. You must be obedient and make me happy and satisfied later!"

"Baby, you are the best to me."

"Don't worry, when have I ever disappointed you? I will definitely let you know what it feels like to fly to the clouds later."

The young man not only responded to the woman with a smile when he heard her words.

While talking, he hugged the woman's waist and kissed her on the face as if no one was around.

Seeing that the two of them completely ignored him and the female shopping guide and talked to themselves, Wu Liang frowned and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

Dear? Baby?

If they hadn't called each other that, Wu Liang would have thought that the mother was helping her son grab clothes when he saw them for the first time.

It turned out that they were "couples", or it would be more accurate to say that they were in a relationship of keeping a mistress.

"Madam, this dress is..."

"What is it? Didn't you hear what I said? I told you to pack this dress for me. Don't waste our time. I have to go exercise with my dear."

The relationship between the two was something Wu Liang didn't expect at first, and the female shopping guide was the same.

But no matter what their relationship was, it was their own business and no one could interfere.

But when it came to clothes, the female shopping guide couldn't ignore it.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by the woman in a bad tone before she finished her words.

"Then... sir, you see..."

She was just a shopping guide, and she couldn't afford to offend any customer.

Hearing the woman's words, the female shopping guide could only look at Wu Liang for help.

"Oh, you're in a hurry to exercise, you're really healthy."

"If you want to exercise, you can go now, there's a hotel in the China World Trade Center!"

"But everything has to be based on first come first served. I saw the clothes first, so you have to leave them for me."

Understanding the female shopping guide's thoughts, Wu Liang didn't intend to give in.

He looked at the other party with a sneer and asked her to leave the clothes.

Everyone came to buy clothes, why should he give the clothes he saw first to the other party.

Is it because she is an old woman who keeps a gigolo...