The Tiffany flagship store was always bustling, consistently ranking in the top three for foot traffic in the plaza year-round.

Today, the place was more than just bustling—it had formed a veritable wall of people. While not packed nine layers deep, a large circle of onlookers surrounded the storefront.

Rope barriers had been used to cordon off a semi-circular space at the Tiffany entrance, enclosing nearly all the public area belonging to their store.

The doors stood wide open, a red carpet extending straight out from the middle, reaching five meters beyond the store entrance.

Along both sides of the red carpet were arrangements of fresh, blooming flowers.

Two Caucasian men, dressed in tailcoats and white gloves, stood erect with chests puffed out at either end of the red carpet, looking straight ahead without a sideways glance.

Inside, the classic, understated Tiffany Blue decor had been embellished with touches of vivid red and luxurious dark gold. The specifics, however, were hard to discern from such a distance.

It was a grand affair indeed, and aesthetically on point—beautifully done.

Don't think for a moment that this was ordinary. For Tiffany, pure blue is an article of faith; asking them to incorporate such gaudy embellishments was practically demanding their lives.

So, many were aware that today was, through and through, a major event.

Outside the barriers, a few signs read "Closed for Business Today." Shop assistants, sweating profusely, were apologetically explaining to customers, "Sorry, we have a significant reception today. Could you please come back tomorrow?"

Among the onlookers, some gave a few glances before moving on—these were typical passersby, casually strolling and drawn by the crowd and excitement.

Others were complaining to the staff—these were customers with actual plans to buy.

The rest of the people were quite peculiar.

Some clearly had the air of affluent ladies. They were dressed elegantly, with outfits and jewelry starting at no less than one hundred thousand yuan. They stood scattered in the distance, either in small groups or with their husbands and daughters, pointing and commenting on Tiffany.

Others obviously exuded the air of 'it girls.'

In the heart of winter, they wore cardigans and coats over V-necks or chest-high tops. Short skirts or shorts paired with black or gray stockings were standard attire. Around their necks hung either a Cartier Love piece or a Van Cleef & Arpels clover. The least expensive handbags among them were Cannle black and gold ones.

Such an ensemble might sound influencer-esque and cheap. But in reality, this wasn't the era of wildly popular short videos and emerging influencers. These women were genuinely the trendiest 'faux goddesses' of the moment.

This group of socialites, centered around Tiffany, was scattered throughout the vicinity, each holding a phone, seemingly ready to snap photos or scan someone's QR code at any moment.

The remaining onlookers didn't have any particular distinguishing features. It seemed they were there for all sorts of reasons. For a while, Han Lie couldn't quite figure out why they were loitering around.

And it was because of their presence that no matter how the Tiffany staff explained, people persistently lingered around the shop.

Curiosity is human nature. The socialites and affluent women anchored nearby created a significant focal point. Consequently, passersby couldn't help but stop, and some even moved closer to ask questions, making Tiffany the sensation of the day.

Look at the mall's security guards and staff, tirelessly managing the crowd and explaining the situation...

Han Lie suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

Good heavens, if I were to be ostentatiously led inside, I'd become massively famous.

The group of socialites and wealthy women had obviously come prepared. While they might not all know the specifics of today's occasion, they had certainly heard some rumors and each had their own agenda.

Han Lie didn't resist fame, but not in the way it was unfolding today.

The ideal state for a financier was to be renowned within the industry but unknown outside of it. He had no desire to become an early-wave influencer like Xiao Wang.

So, he stopped in his tracks and turned to ask Liang Wu, "I remember there are hats and sunglasses in the car, right?"

"Yes, we do!" Liang Wu exclaimed, overjoyed. She thrust the bag she had been carrying for him into Han Lie's arms as if it were an explosive charge. "I'll go get them!"

Then, with a quick TAP-TAP-TAP of her heels, she dashed toward the parking lot exit...

Han Lie almost laughed out loud. Seriously, how much do you hate carrying my bag?

Standing at a distance, casually holding a bag worth 30 million yuan, Han Lie looked out over the Tiffany spectacle with mixed emotions.

The person in charge at Tiffany was quite sly.

Their extravagant and grand arrangements did indeed showcase their respect.

Tiffany's mass-produced jewelry isn't expensive; it could even be described as relatively low-priced. However, their high-end custom pieces are no joke. They are only slightly less formidable than Cartier's and rank among the best of the best.

So, even though Tiffany's brand image isn't aloof, they don't usually fawn excessively.

Customers are important, but their top-tier image is even more so.

And yet today, they'd gone all out, in what could only be described as 'fawning overdrive.'

Actually, upon closer thought, their actions were quite justifiable.

Tiffany's mass-produced jewelry hadn't always been highly regarded; compared to Cartier and Bulgari, many casual observers thought Tiffany lagged by at least two tiers.

Therefore, Tiffany had a greater need for publicity than any other brand in their league.

But it couldn't be through tacky, conventional advertising; they are, after all, top-tier.

Thus, creating a big news event was a win-win move.

Han Lie had already guessed their intentions when Tiffany proposed holding an exclusive event for him at their flagship store.

He could have chosen privacy and rejected their offer at that time.

But the thing was, Han Lie had his own need for publicity.

On one hand, he wanted to demonstrate his capabilities to interested parties. See? I can make big money in the international market too. This is your chance to get on board. If you don't fawn over me now, when will you?