The tranquil days are always short-lived.
At the break of dawn, the clamor gradually thickens.
Fu Qian, busy throughout the night, stretched lazily from behind the counter, surveying his painstakingly managed business.
Shangjing is truly a top-tier metropolis, the constant self-improvement spirit of its citizens is admirable.
Even at this hour, three or five customers still immerse themselves in the scent of books, striving to absorb the cultural essence.
Squeak—
There was even a push at the door, and a young, vibrant student-looking individual continued to come in.
"Sorry everyone, the store is closed."
Unfortunately, what greeted him was another kind of immersion known as corporate culture.
Leaning back in his seat, Fu Qian clearly wasn't targeting just the young customer; his gaze swept across all the men and women, lazily shouting out.
