Indeed, to do a good job, one must first sharpen their tools.
As the night gradually deepened, Fu Qian sat behind the counter once again experiencing the gift given by the Red Moon.
Never mind whether it fits the surrounding style, just ask—isn't it cool and domineering?
Save where you should, spend where you must. Who says a bookstore owner can't sit comfortably?
Facing the not-so-dense bookshelves, Fu Qian's fingers brushed past the sharp spikes of the armrest one by one.
Even with no one between the bookshelves, it still didn't hinder that imperial presence.
Of course, Fu Qian wouldn't forget the latest gift from the Red Moon.
Even though as the fingers shifted, the alternately appearing four doors were truly four transmission points, he chose not to activate them.
Doing business requires patience, just calm down and wait—only to discover even greater losses.
