Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 207 - 204: It’s Up to You

"What exactly is an obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Lei Pili had never heard of such a term before.

"It’s about putting things in their fixed places," Yan Yan explained to Lei Pili.

"Are you saying that each pair of your shoes needs a fixed spot? What if you buy too many and can’t fit them all?" Lei Pili was curious.

"That situation won’t occur. If my closet’s shoe racks are full, I would get rid of a pair before buying new ones," Yan Yan’s principles were very clear.

"Then, if you make shoes in the future, would you also throw them away?" Lei Pili continued, curious.

"Yes, of course. No destruction, no construction, right? People need to progress. If one is complacent and won’t let go of their creations, then they can only..." Yan Yan paused here.

"They can only what?" Lei Pili prompted timely.

"Only move to a house with a bigger closet then. Hahahaha, straightforward and efficient is truly the best," Yan Yan commended his own idea.

"Straightforward and efficient, huh? Makes perfect sense. I think you might need to buy a castle in the future to fit everything!" Lei Pili said, slightly exaggerating.

"I don’t like castles. I only like modern architecture, the newer, the better. Whenever I think of castles, I worry whether there might have been any gloomy, gruesome bloody stories inside," Yan Yan made a spine-chilling face.

"Why wouldn’t you think there might have been some passionate, poignant love stories inside?" Lei Pili asked Yan Yan, believing that his question was what generally interested girls.

"Didn’t think reasons were required, did you?" Yan Yan asked, confident in her stance.

"Indeed, not really needed," Lei Pili was easily convinced by Yan Yan.

On the way to get the card, Yan and Lei Pili had a fairly pleasant chat.

After Lei Pili helped Yan Yan with her phone card, he asked if Yan Yan knew her way back. Once sure, he just walked away.

Just like with any ordinary friend.

In reality, it was clear, Lei Pili had just helped Yan Yan with a simple favor during his free time, never even bringing up the invitation matter again.

Yan Yan laughed at herself mockingly. Only their family’s Qi Yi would put Lei Pili in such a significant position as a love rival.

Making her, too, daydream about how to reject people from a thousand miles away.

.........

After Yan Yan got home, she changed her phone card and called the sales director at Yan Lu Shoe Machine’s Milan branch.

The company had already been sold by Yan Dabang and his wife, so the domestic Yanlu Machinery had long been merged into a new company, and though Yan Lu Machinery wasn’t dissolved, it no longer operated.

The merged new company hadn’t passed the European Union certification. Until the certification was complete, there were no new machines that needed the Italian branch to sell.

Thus, for the Yan Lu Machinery branch in Italy, there were no substantive changes operationally or product sales-wise.

Everything remained as it was, still the same team.

In Italy, there were no changes, unlike the employees in Wenzhou, who still had to, at least, relocate offices due to the factory’s move.

The outright sale of the company was something the employees in the Italian branch didn’t feel at all. freewёbnoνel.com

"Little Yan, finally got your call," greeted the sales director on picking up, with a string of insincere compliments.

"How did you know it was me?" Yan Yan wasn’t clear about the situation.

"Calling me with Wenzhou’s number; you know, I’ve been ’exiled’ for so many years. If someone from Wenzhou is calling, and I don’t have the number saved, it could only be you, Little Yan," the sales director reasoned his deduction.

"You could tell it was from Wenzhou?" Yan Yan was super surprised.

"Your 1390577, naturally, is our hometown’s number," the sales director confidently answered Yan Yan’s question.

"It’s a Wenzhou number? Wasn’t I using an Italian card?" Yan Yan had just fumbled around with her three SIM cards.

When Yan Yan got a phone card in Italy, she chose a package that came with a phone.

But Yan Yan preferred her original two phones, planning to switch the least used Wenzhou SIM card into the new phone.

Move the Melbourne card to the original Wenzhou phone, then switch the new card to the Melbourne phone.

In sum, changing SIM cards for three phones made Yan Yan a bit dizzy.

Giving the Italian "employee" a call, she casually grabbed the newest phone and ended up making this comedy of errors.

But to deduce that the call was made by Yan Yan based solely on this number, without any prior context, still took some skill.

"With your assets, do you still need to care about which number it is? Using Wenzhou’s number to make calls 24/7 won’t affect your current wealth," the sales director’s flattery continued.

"Ye Mo, are you ever going to stop?" Yan Yan was unable to tolerate the sales director’s incessant absurd tone and directly addressed him by full name.

"So, should I stop, or shouldn’t I? Isn’t it up to you?" Ye Mo’s tone didn’t change at all.

"Do you have to kneel, or should you polish my shoes when we meet next?" Yan Yan felt her hair standing on end.

"That too is up to you! If you have shoes that need polishing, I guarantee they’ll be spotless. If you need me to kneel, I can kneel on one knee in a minute," Ye Mo switched from absurd tone to slick talk.

"International calls are too expensive, I can’t afford it, I’ll end up homeless if this continues, I’ll give you my Italian number; you call me," Yan Yan felt Ye Mo needed to calm down.

Yan Yan didn’t care whether Ye Mo agreed or not; after stating her phone number, she simply hung up.

.........

"How have you changed so much in your sales methods over the years?" When the call reconnected, Yan Yan had moved from being speechless to not wanting to speak with Ye Mo.

"That’s right, sales isn’t a human’s job. I haven’t changed into a different person, but from a human into something non-human," Ye Mo concluded to himself.

"That’s quite a fresh take," Yan Yan found Ye Mo in his normal tone quite a good conversation partner.

"That’s how it is. As a person at peace with the world and who dislikes speaking, if not for sheer necessity, I might not become a salesperson even after two lifetimes," Ye Mo’s self-assessment was broadly accurate.

"You don’t like speaking? I didn’t notice that. You’re just a ’youthful soul,’ flamboyant from bone to skin, who just forcefully suppresses it," Yan Yan also made a conclusion about Ye Mo.

"Is it really that flashy?" Ye Mo asked, slightly puzzled.

"Absolutely, otherwise how could I instantly recognize your unique talents?" Yan Yan reassured Ye Mo, making him pocket all his doubts.