Seeing that the man has finally calm himself, Lu Jianshen retracts his gaze and quietly instructs the security guard at the door to keep a close watch on him.
Yin Ci is helping her attendants serve customers, a middle-aged woman with a large figure wrapped in a purple fur coat, her hair piled high like a mole rat fae, has deliberately come to patronize.
Her voice is exceedingly loud, and her Mandarin isn't exactly standard.
"I want a custom-made diamond ring!"
"Alright." Yin Ci affably agrees, "How many carats do you want?"
"I have plenty of money, I want a ten-carat!" The plump woman proudly pats her bulging purse.
"Alright." Yin Ci takes note of the woman's request, "Do you prefer brilliance or weight?"
"What is brilliance?" The plump woman doesn't quite understand.
"Brilliance means pursuing the best fire when cutting the diamond, and more raw material will be cut off compared to preserving the weight of the rough stone."
Yin Ci explains patiently.