Chapter 12 Part 2 The Charm of Love - 5

I listened to his introduction and nodded from time to time to show that I understood what he said, and it made people feel quite interested in what he said.As we walked down the street, my head kept turning from side to side, as if I were watching a tennis match. Dior (the name of the designer and manufacturer of handbags), Herms (the name of the store of silk scarves, ties, and accessories), Chanel (the name of the store of cosmetics, skin care products, gifts, etc.)... This street can be said to be full of beautiful things.If only our sightseeing party could have walked slower and had a better look--but Christopher led the team strutting forward, and the others followed him cheerfully, not missing a step, watching the alluring sight around them. But turn a blind eye.Do they have eyes on their faces?

"...we're going to see two famous and iconic buildings, one is Rockefeller Center, and many of you can skate..." We turned a corner—and my heart skipped a beat. Tiffany jewelry store.This is Tiffany Jewelers, right in front of me! I have to hurry up and take a look.I mean, this is the essence of New York, can it be wrong? The little blue jewelry box, the white ribbon, those beautiful, silver gemstones... I slid sideways to the window , looking eagerly at the beautiful displays in the window.Wow! That necklace is jaw-dropping, wow! Gosh, look at this watch, no idea how much something as fine as this would cost--

"Hey, everyone wait a minute!" Christopher's voice came over.I looked up - they all ran very far ahead.How did they go so fast? "Are you all right, Rebecca?" he called to me, trying to force a smile on his face. "You gotta keep up. We've got a lot to go." "I'm sorry," I said as I hurried towards the group, "I just glanced at the Tiffany store window." I smiled at the woman next to me, hoping she would smile back.But the lady looked at me indifferently and squeezed the turban on her head. "As I said just now," Christopher said, and now he led the group forward again, "Manhattan's terrain is criss-crossed..."

In the next little time, I tried my best to focus myself and move with everyone.But it didn't last long.I couldn't bring myself to listen to the guide's introduction.I mean, come to think of it, this is 5th Street! There are reputable stores everywhere the eye goes.There's Gucci - that's the biggest Gap store I've seen so far...Wow, gosh, look at that store's window display! We're walking past the Armani mall, but But no one stopped... I mean, what's wrong with these people? Are they just bourgeois with no sense of taste? We walked a little further, and there was a hatter's shop, and the window was full of all kinds of beautiful hats, and I tried to look into the window as much as I could... oh my god.look...look there.It's Saks on Fifth Street.There it is, just a few steps away.That's one of the most famous department stores in the world.There are layers and layers of clothing, all kinds of leather shoes, and handbags... Thank God, Christopher finally became a little rational, and he stopped.

“It’s one of the most famous and iconic sights in New York,” he said, gesturing. “Many New Yorkers visit this sacred place on a regular basis—once a week, even multiple times. Some even come every day.” ! We are short on time, so we can only take a quick look inside. If anyone is interested, they can come back by themselves later.” "Isn't that historic?" a man with a Scandinavian accent asked. "The building was built in 1879 to a design by James Renwick." Go in and have a look, I thought impatiently.At this point someone asked some questions about architecture.hurry up.Who is interested in who designed this house? Who is interested in the shell of this stone? The things inside are worth looking carefully and slowly.

"Shall we go in?" Christopher finally asked. "Okay!" I shouted happily, and walked to the door impatiently. It was only when I opened the door with my hand that I realized that there was no one following me.Where have they all gone? Confused, I look back - the rest of the tour group are walking towards the door of a stone cathedral with a large sign saying "St. Patrick's Cathedral" . Oh. Oh I see.When the guide said "worship this holy place", he was saying... Yes, of course it is. I hesitated, my hand was still pushing on the door, and I felt that I was being pulled in and out by two forces respectively.Oh my God, maybe I should just go to church with the guys.Maybe I should nurture and absorb some cultural nutrients, and visit Saks department store again when I have the opportunity.

But - would going in and seeing churches help me decide if I should move to NYC? See some boring old churches? Put it this way: we have countless churches in the UK? And how many branches does Saks Fifth Street have? "Are you going in or are you coming out?" said a voice behind me impatiently. "Of course!" I said, making up my mind. "Of course I'm going in." I pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked into the store, unable to restrain the hope and excitement in my heart.I haven't felt this visceral excitement since the champagne reception I was invited to when the Octagon store re-launched their designer floor.

I mean, it's always exciting to visit a store for the first time.Open the door and there's that hum of a store; that hope; that belief that this is going to be the king of all stores, and there's everything you could want, surprisingly cheap, and of the highest quality. It is more than a thousand times better than other places, more than ten thousand times better.Because it's not just an old store, is it? It's a world famous store.And I'm actually in the store.I'm at Saks on Fifth Street in New York.I walked slowly into the store—consciously trying not to rush—and it felt like I was going on a date with a Hollywood movie star.

I strolled past the perfume counters and looked around to admire the elegant, artistic decoration of the store; the high and airy interior space, with decorative greenery everywhere.Omg this is truly one of the most beautiful stores I have ever seen.There is an old-fashioned elevator at the back of the store, which makes people feel that they are in Cary Grant. Cary Grant (Cary Grant): was a famous American film actor in the last century and died in November 1986. ——In the movie played by Yizhu, there is a stack of shop distribution maps on a small table.I then picked one up to see where I was now...it was unbelievable.This department store has ten floors.

Ten levels.ten. I looked at the catalog and was speechless in astonishment.I was like a kid who walked into a chocolate factory and didn't know where to get a candy bar.Where do I start? How do I go about it? Do I start at the top? Do I start at the bottom? Oh my gosh, all these designer goods, all rushing up to me, vying to beckon me. Anna Sui, Calvin Klein, Kate Spade, Kiehl'sAnna Sui, Calvin Klein, Kate Spade, Kiehl's are trade names of various famous brands. ——Annotation.I think I have to go somewhere to breathe. "I'm sorry," a voice from beside me interrupted my train of thought. I turned around and saw a girl wearing a Saks shop badge looking at me with a smile. "What can I do for you?"

"Um... yes," I said, looking at the distribution map in my hand, "I was looking at where to start." "Do you like to look at clothes? Or accessories? What about shoes?" "Yeah," I said dazedly, "like both. Either way. Mmm... bag," I said aimlessly, "I want a new bag!" This is real.I mean, I brought a few bags with me - but a new one always helps, right? Also, I noticed that all the women in Manhattan seemed to have trendy designer handbags - so Said, this is also a good way for me to adapt to the city quickly. The girl gave a friendly smile. "Please go there for bags and decorations," she said, pointing in one direction, "You can start there, take a look slowly, and choose the products you like." "Okay," I said, "I'll take my time. Thanks." gosh.I like to go shopping abroad.I mean, shopping anywhere is great - but the pros of shopping abroad are: 1 You can buy things that cannot be bought in the UK. 2 After returning to China, you can brag to your friends. (“I bought this in New York.”) 3 I don't know how to convert foreign banknotes, so that I can use the money more freely. Well, I know this last point may not entirely hold water.In my impression, I know that the US dollar is a hard currency and is really valuable.But I mean, looking at the dollars, I just can't really take them seriously.I had a handful of dollars in my wallet, and I felt as if I had brought a bank with me.Yesterday I went to a kiosk down the street to buy some magazines, and I handed the kiosk owner a $20 bill, like shopping for nothing.It’s like another kind of jet lag — when you first start using a foreign currency, people suddenly feel like they’re paying a lot. So I wandered around the bag department, trying on beautiful bags after bags without paying much attention to their prices.I occasionally looked at the price-tags and tried to work out in my mind how much it was in pounds - but I confess I can't remember the exact exchange rate.Even if I know the exchange rate, I'm terrible at arithmetic. But the thing is, it doesn't matter.I don't need to worry because this is in the US, and everyone knows that the prices in the US are very cheap.It's common sense, right? So basically I treat anything as a good business.I mean, look at these beautiful designer handbags for maybe half the price in the UK, maybe even cheaper! I ended up picking out a beautiful Kate Spade tanned leather clutch and took it to the cash register to pay.This bag is $500.Sounds like a lot of money - but "1 million lire" sounds like a lot too, right? It's actually only 50p. The cashier handed me the receipt, and she said something about it being a "gift" - and I nodded happily. "Yes, gift! I mean, in London, it might be worth—" "Gina, are you going upstairs?" the cashier interrupted me, turning to a colleague. "Gina will take you to the seventh floor." She said and smiled at me. "Okay," I said, still a little unsure, "Um... well." Gina greeted me in a friendly manner, and after a little hesitation, I followed her, thinking that there was something on the seventh floor.Probably a dedicated lounge for Kate Spade clients, with free champagne or something! I didn't realize what was going on until we got to a department that said "Gift Wrap".When I said "gift" or something, she must have thought I was talking about a— "Here it is," Gina said with a smile. "The box with the Saks name on it is a free gift—or you can choose a wrapper you like." "Okay!" I said. "Well...thank you! Actually, I wasn't going to—" But Gina had turned away, and the two ladies behind the gift-wrapping cabinet were looking at me with wide smiles, waiting for me to pick out the wrapping paper. Oh my gosh, this is kind of embarrassing.what should i do "What kind of wrapping paper did you fancy?" asked the older woman of the pair, who smiled at me and said, "We've got plenty of ribbons and embellishments for you to choose from, too." Oh damn it.I'll let them pack this handbag.I mean, it's only seven and a half bucks—wouldn't it be nice to have presents or something to unwrap when you get back to your hotel room? "Okay!" I replied, smiling, "I'll have that silver paper, and some purple ribbon...and one of those silver berry blossoms." The lady brought the wrapping paper and expertly wrapped my handbag—I've never wrapped anything so cleanly like her.Look, this is fun too! Probably I should wrap all future purchases in gift paper. "To whom?" asked the woman, opening a pencil case and taking out a silver pen. "Well... for Becky," I said vaguely.Some girls walked into the gift-wrapping room, and they were chattering about something, which aroused my curiosity. "...Half discount..." "...sample sale..." "...Earl jeans..." "Who sent it from?" the lady in the gift-wrapping department asked cheerfully. "Well... from Becky," I said without thinking.The lady in the gift-wrapping department gave me a look of surprise in her eyes, and I suddenly realized that I had slipped my tongue. "Yeah...it's the other Becky," I said awkwardly. "...sample sale..." "...Alexander McQueen, light blue, 20% off..." "...sample sale..." "...sample sale..." Oh, I can't stand it. "Sorry," I said, turning around, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation—but I wanted to know. What do you mean by sample sale?" The entire gift-wrapping room suddenly fell silent.Everyone was looking at me, even the lady with the silver pen was looking at me. "You don't know what a sample sale means?" a girl in a leather jacket finally said, as if she heard me say I couldn't even read the alphabet. "Um... don't know," I said, feeling my face burn, "I don't know, I... I don't know." The girl raised her eyebrows, reached into her handbag to search for something, and finally took A card came out. "My friend, this is sample sales." I took the card from her, read the words on the card, and couldn't help but feel excited all over. Sample sales Branded clothing, 50-70% off Ralph Lauren, Comme des Garcons, Gucci Bags, shoes, socks, 40-60% off Prada, Fendi, Lagerfeld "Is this true?" I asked, looking up after I caught my breath. "I mean, can I... can I go and see?" "Of course," said the girl, "it is true. But only for one day." "One day?" My heart started pounding. "Only one day?" "Yes, one day," the girl repeated earnestly.I glanced at the other girls, and they were all nodding. "Sample sales are never advertised," explained one girl. "It could be held anywhere, and it will pop up." "Then it disappeared. Nowhere to be seen." "Then we'll have to wait until the next opportunity." I looked at their faces one by one, completely at a loss.I feel like an explorer, looking for some mysterious nomadic tribe. "So you want to take advantage of today's chance," said the girl in the leather jacket, and she flicked the card with her fingers, bringing me back to real life. "Then you have to hurry." .” I ran out of that store with a quickness I had never seen before.Holding the Saks Fifth Avenue shopping bag in one hand, I waved the other to hail a taxi, angrily read the address on the card to the driver, and sat in the back seat of the taxi. I don't know where the car is going or what landmarks pass by the window - I don't care.As long as there's a big sale on branded clothing, that's all I need to know. The car pulled up and I paid the driver, being careful to tip him an extra 50 percent so he wouldn't think I was a stingy British tourist - my heart was pounding, just stepping out taxi.I have to admit, my first impression of the surrounding landscape after stepping out of the car was not rosy.The street I was on was full of unassuming little shop fronts.The card stated that the address for sample sales was No. 405, but when I followed the house number to find it, I found that No. 405 was an office building.Am I in the wrong place? I hesitate on the pavement, looking up at the buildings in front of and behind me—no sign of what I should be.I didn't even know which borough of New York I was in. Suddenly, a burst of disappointment hit my heart, and I was too stupid to think about it.Today I planned to go sightseeing in the city with a well-organized tour group-but what did I do? I ran to a strange place recklessly, and I was about to be snatched away at any time.It's entirely possible that this whole thing is a hoax, I thought dejectedly, I mean, it's entirely possible.Branded clothing for 70% off? I should have thought, it's too— etc.hold on. Another taxi pulled over and a girl in Miu Miu got out.She looked down with a piece of paper in her hand, walked briskly down the sidewalk, and then disappeared through the door of No. 405.After a while, two more girls appeared on the street-I watched them carefully, and they also walked into No. 405. Maybe this is the right place. I pushed open the glass doors into a rough hall of plastic chairs, and nodded uncomfortably to the janitor sitting behind the service desk. "Um... sorry," I said politely, "I was looking for—" "The twelfth floor," he said in a bored tone, "the elevator is at the back." I hurried to the back of the lobby, stepped into an old-fashioned elevator, and pressed the floor button for 12.The elevator went up slowly and creakingly—I began to hear a faint noise, which grew louder as the elevator went up.The elevator stopped abruptly and the door opened... oh my gosh.Is this in line? Outside a door at the end of the corridor there was a line of girls pushing in, all with eager looks on their faces.From time to time someone squeezed through the door of the crowd, carrying shopping bags—and three more girls squeezed through the door.At this point, I had just reached the end of the line when there was a commotion in the crowd and a woman opened another door, just a few yards behind me. "You can get in here too," she cried. "Come in here!" The girls in line ahead of me all turned their heads.Everyone gasps - and then it's like a wave of girls rushing towards me.I was submerged in the crowd, and I was also running towards the door behind me. At the same time, I tried my best to stand still, lest I be knocked down from behind——suddenly, I followed the crowd to the center of the inner room, my body trembling slightly, and I saw Everyone else was diving forward, toward the front fence. I looked around and tried to keep my feet steady.There are fence after fence of clothes in the room, and the tables in the fence are full of bags, shoes and scarves, and the girls are trying to find what they like.I saw Ralph Lauren knits... a fence full of trendy tops... tons of Prada bags... I mean, it was a dream come true! The room was full of voices, and the voices around him continued one after another. "I bought this one," said a girl, holding up a blouse and gesturing at her body. "I definitely want this one." "By the way, I'll mortgage the $450 I spent today," another girl said to her friend as she walked past me, carrying several shopping bags, large and small. "I mean, how much is paying back $450 a year over 30 years?" "100 percent cashmere!" someone yelled not far away. "Didn't you see? It's only $50! I'll buy three." I looked to both sides, the room was brightly lit, noisy with people, the girls crowded around, reaching for all kinds of clothes, wrapping scarves around their necks, and holding piles of clothes on their arms.There was a surge of heat in my heart, and it suddenly brightened.They are my like-minded partners.This is my dream place.I have found my home. A few hours later, I was back at the Four Seasons, still in the throes of excitement.I'm holding shopping bags with big and small bags, it's really hard to tell you what treasures I bought.A very stylish pale cream leather top that felt a little tight when I tried it on, but I'm sure I'll lose a few pounds soon. (Besides, the leather suits are stretchy.) And a nice printed crepe silk top, some silver leather shoes, and a purse! And all for five hundred dollars! Not only that, but I also met a very nice girl named Jody, and she told me about a website that will automatically send you information about the sale of this product every day.Everyday! I mean, this opportunity to find a good bargain is plentiful and plentiful.In the future, I can really go to this kind of sample sale meeting to buy clothes! Of course, this is only in theory. I went upstairs to our room—I opened the door and saw Luke sitting behind his desk reading a paper. "Hi!" I greeted him breathlessly, and put all my shopping bags on the big bed, "I said, I want to use your laptop." "Okay," Luke said, "no problem." He picked up his laptop from his desk and handed it to me, and I took it and sat on the edge of the bed.I turned on the computer and opened the website according to the URL Jody gave me. "So, how was your day?" Luke asked. "Great!" I said, typing impatiently on the keyboard. "Oh, look at that blue shopping bag! I got you some nice shirts!" "You're starting to get a feel for this place?" "Oh, I think so. I mean, of course this is just the beginning..." I stare at the screen and frown. "Hurry up, hurry up." "But you're not very excited either, are you?" "Hmm...not very excited either," I said absently.Ah, all of a sudden various images appeared on the screen.A line formed by a row of small circles above the screen, patterned intertwined with text, reads: Fun.Fashion.Welcome to New York City as a guest.This is the "Candy of the Day" page! I hit the "Subscribe" button and typed in my email address with ease and practice, when Luke stood up and walked towards me with a look of concern on his face. "Tell me, Becky," he said, "I know you must find everything strange and frightening. I know you won't get used to everything here in one day. Tell me about your first impressions— Do you feel you can get used to life in New York? Do you feel like you can start a new life in New York?" I typed in the last letter, tapped the send button with a fancy gesture, and looked up, still gleaming with excitement. "Guess what? I think I can get used to it." Howski and Forano US Immigration Law Firm 568 East 56th Street, New York To: Ms. Rebecca Bloomwood Unit 2, 4 Burnie Road, London SW6 8FD Dear Miss Bloomwood: Thank you for sending us your completed US immigration form and we would like to ask you some questions about it. In the column about special skills in item B69, you wrote "I am good at chemistry and can ask anyone in Oxford".We have inquired about this with the Vice-Chancellor of the University of Oxford, and he could not recall your knowledge of chemistry. The same is true of the answer given to us by the British Olympic long jump coach. We have enclosed a new form, please fill it out again. Shun Zhi respect Edgar Forano September 28, 2001