The wind in Shenzhen is very salty, like salt after tears evaporate. No one dares to blink, prices will rise in the blink of an eye.
The glass curtain wall of Wanxiang Tiandi can make people look like three-fold defective products, while the oil fumes in Bagualing can give people the smell of cheap and good fireworks.
Zheng Fengshi stood in the cold light of BOTTEGA VENETA, and the upward curve of the corners of his mouth was measured with an angle ruler. The work card made his chest feel tight. He felt that he was the most competent display item here. Even his heartbeat was marked with a price, silent mode, and no counter-offers.
Three blocks away, Zhang Cunyi chopped his knife on the chopping board, causing the pile of IOUs under the cash register to jump. He sneered at the "Good-Looking Boss with Legs" label on the food delivery platform and thought to himself: How can he pay the rent if his looks are useless?
One of them is selling illusions in the cloud, and the other is making a living in the mud. They should be two parallel price lines that never intersect in this city.
Until the alarm bell of the fire drill in the mall, it was like God made a wrong price code, and put the two of them into the same dark freight elevator by mistake.
The fake-smiling ace with a price tag in the luxury goods window
Zheng Fengshi × Zhang Cunyi
Concept: "The wind in Shenzhen is very salty, like salt after tears evaporate. No one dares to blink, and prices will rise in the blink of an eye."