The noon sun shone brightly; it was a perfect day.
Wang Wei returned to his shop and began to pack his things.
What was usable, he kept; what wasn't, he found someone to haul away and sell.
Several local residents noticed the activity in the small shop and came over to ask, "Boss, what happened? Are you closing down? Your scallion pancakes were really tasty."
Hearing this, Wang Wei explained, "I'm not doing it anymore. The landlord raised the rent; it's too expensive."
Hearing Wang Wei's words, a customer asked again, "Then where will you rent a shop? We're loyal to you."
As Wang Wei packed, he casually explained, "I got a job at Jiangyue Terrace Shandong Cuisine Restaurant. I'll be working there from now on."
"Jiangyue Terrace? The one in the city?"
"Yes."
"Boss, that's amazing! That Shandong Cuisine Restaurant is really something; it's incredibly popular."
"Well, you're welcome to come by and support us."
The residents felt it was a pity.
