Imperial Treasure

Chapter 510 - 335 Rainy Day_2

Sui Yi followed suit, driving away from Yujiang Mountain and stopping in front of a shopping mall not far from the newly relocated company. The area was bustling with commerce., As he strolled leisurely, Sui Yi casually bought some snacks, despite the rainy weather and a fair number of people around...

The Sui Tang Pawnshop, considered by the industry to be a peculiar establishment, indeed lacked patronage. With few customers, Uncle Fu, the manager, seemed somewhat helpless. What puzzled him more was that despite the lack of business, the company was willing to pay them generous salaries, far more magnanimous than other pawnshops. Consequently, even with scant business, the pawnshop staff kept regular hours, though they had too much free time...

With plenty of free time, Uncle Fu would go to the door and stretch his body, twisting and waving his arms in the light drizzle.

"Ah, it’s raining today. I’m afraid we won’t see any customers," Uncle Fu sighed.

"Hey, Uncle Fu, what’s with the company’s attitude? It’s like they’re keeping the doors open just to burn money!" Their line of work was considered upscale., Whether pawnbrokers or managers, their salaries were much higher than average white-collar jobs. Especially for Uncle Fu, with his qualifications and abilities, his annual salary was at least five hundred thousand. They were all perplexed about earning such effortless pay.

Uncle Fu shook his limbs, then turned to his young and not-so-young subordinates, "Pawnbrokering, as it is, isn’t bustling every day. You know our company isn’t like those unreliable ones. Look at our neighboring sales department; they make a fortune daily, so maintaining our operations is not too pressuring. You don’t have to worry about your pay... And the higher-ups have told me that our boss didn’t set up the pawnshop on a whim. As long as you do well and show competence, there will be opportunities for advancement. Look at those lads and ladies next door; don’t they earn tens of thousands a month? Besides, you’re all formally trained, and Sui Tang Company has a cultural management background. There’s no worry about future prospects. Since there’s no business, just quietly read and improve yourselves. Consider it getting paid to learn. If you get restless now and lack patience, don’t blame me if you regret it later..."

This speech served as a reminder, awakening those who had grown uneasy and restless from days of inactivity. They were suddenly abashed. However, a newly arrived young cashier named Hu Yue laughed and said, "Right, we complain about being idle. What are the people who are busy to death supposed to do? Oh, look, we have some business!"

At Hu Yue’s call, everyone turned to look and saw two figures approaching in the light rain across the wide, smooth path in front of their store.

Both carried umbrellas, one ahead of the other. The one in front was a woman, tall and slim, wearing long boots, black casual pants, a T-shirt and a coat, walking leisurely and composedly., She held a light blue umbrella in one hand and seemed to carry an oil paper bag in the other, with raindrops pitter-pattering against it, splashing a misty haze against the umbrella...

This haze seemed to shroud the person as well—dim, drifting, mystical, softening the noise and harshness of the urban jungle. She appeared soft, ethereal, enigmatic...

Behind her was someone tall, quiet, indifferent...

It was as if only this person, the umbrella, the person behind her, and the umbrella behind him remained.

A green bamboo hat, a coat of oiled cloth, and the slanted fine rain that beckoned no return.

Hu Yue, who didn’t consider herself very cultured, suddenly remembered this line.

It felt oddly fitting, although it might not make sense., Yet, in the fisherman contented amidst the uniform greenery of rain in the mountains and forests, the ancient charm of the woman was just right, even in modern clothes...

As she approached, the umbrella was put away, revealing a side profile that captivated onlookers. As she turned her gaze, her full visage...

Uncle Fu’s eyes widened, and he shivered, hurrying forward to greet her, "Miss Sui—come, let me take your umbrella."

He had been reminded by others, including Gong Jiu, of who his real boss was, and he knew better than to call her "boss" directly—so he simply addressed her as Miss Sui instead.

Sui Yi figured he had been reminded, otherwise he wouldn’t recognize her. She handed the umbrella over and passed him a bag of snacks, "I stopped by some shops while wandering around. Take these."

Uncle Fu didn’t refuse, accepting the gift with a mix of gratitude, politeness, and warmth.

This was the expertise of an old pro. The boss wasn’t short on money, was she? Buying all these snacks to give away surely wasn’t meant to be rejected. If she said it was a gift, it was a gift.

Could you really refuse a gift from your boss?

These wealthy people, the more polite and reserved you are, the less they’ll regard you. Being open and at ease, without pettiness, earns their respect.

So Uncle Fu accepted graciously, calling over his employees to share that this was one of the company’s shareholders, who also had authority over their department... and they should enjoy the snacks.

The staff immediately understood.

Sui Yi never cared much for the intricacies of the business world, but she understood human nature and clearly saw how people reacted. She walked into the store and browsed for a while, even looked through some books on a shelf without asking about the shop’s situation, leaving others puzzled. Perhaps the recent scene in the rain had made a strong impression; most thought this boss, full of ancient charm and profound presence, unapproachable...(to be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to recommend and vote at qi dian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)