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Qin Haoxuan returned to his shop, cradling the grain in his arms and neatly arranging the grains on the shelves.
He wrote "New Grain, Three Coins per Dou" on a sign and hung it next to the shelves.
Standing behind the counter, he scanned the items on display, quietly contemplating his next move.
"Perhaps it's time to find some partners," he murmured to himself, his gaze drifting to the Pottery Stall across the street.
He stepped out of the shop and made his way toward the Pottery Stall. The stall owner was a young man, focused on polishing a Ceramic Pot in his hands.
Qin Haoxuan approached and said, "Excuse me, young man, I'd like to discuss a business opportunity with you."
The young man looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Are you looking to buy Ceramics?"
"No, I'm interested in collaborating with you," Qin Haoxuan replied with a smile. "My shop needs some Ceramics, and if you're willing, we could establish a long-term partnership."
The young man paused for a moment before nodding. "You're straightforward; let's go with that."
Qin Haoxuan returned to his shop, feeling a bit relieved.
As night fell, the streets grew quieter with fewer pedestrians.
He closed the shop door and sat behind the counter, holding a brush in his hand as he sketched on paper.
He was planning future business strategies, various possibilities swirling in his mind.
"Tomorrow, I should check the market for more supplies," he murmured, his eyes landing on the Supermarket Membership Card on the table.
The card bore the logo of a Modern Supermarket, an image that felt out of place in this era.
Qin Haoxuan picked up the card, gently stroking its surface, a wave of complex emotions surging within him.
"Perhaps this is my opportunity," he murmured, placing the card back into his pocket and extinguishing the oil lamp on the table.
The shop was plunged into darkness, with only the moonlight filtering through the gaps in the window, casting a silvery glow on the goods displayed on the shelves, as if cloaking them in a shimmering layer.
Early the next morning, Qin Haoxuan opened the shop door.
The streets were still quiet, with few pedestrians around, and the coolness of the morning air enveloped him. He stood at the entrance, taking a deep breath to savor the refreshing atmosphere of this ancient time.
Turning back into the shop, he began to organize the items on the shelves.
Cloth, ceramics, grains—though simple, these were the most practical goods he could find in this era.
He moved behind the counter and picked up a brush, sketching out a layout for the shelves on a piece of paper.
The design of a modern supermarket's shelving system was vividly clear in his mind, but in this time, he could only rely on limited materials and tools to bring it to life.
"Clear pricing, self-service," he whispered to himself, his gaze falling upon the "For Rent" sign hanging beside the shelves.
The sign read "Cotton Cloth, Two Coins Per Piece," with neat and legible handwriting.
He nodded in satisfaction and turned towards the door, ready to head to the market to see what else he could stock up on.
On the street, vendors' calls filled the air. Qin Haoxuan wove through the crowd, pausing briefly at each stall.
He spotted an elderly man selling ceramics, his stall brimming with various shapes of ceramic pots and bowls.
The old man lowered his head, carefully wiping the Ceramic Pot in his hands, his expression focused.
Qin Haoxuan stepped forward and said softly, "Excuse me, I would like to discuss a business opportunity with you."
The old man looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Are you looking to buy Ceramics?"
"No, I want to collaborate with you," Qin Haoxuan replied with a smile. "My shop needs some Ceramics, and if you're willing, we could establish a long-term partnership."
The old man paused for a moment before nodding. "You're straightforward, my friend. It's settled then."
Qin Haoxuan felt a slight sense of relief. He knew this was just the beginning. The road ahead was still long, but he had taken the first step.
He bid farewell to the old man and continued to search for other goods at the market. He spotted a middle-aged woman selling grains, her stall filled with various cereals and beans.
Qin Haoxuan approached her and examined the quality of the grains before asking, "How much for these grains, Aunt?"
The woman looked up, her face breaking into a warm smile. "How much do you need? These grains are freshly harvested; one dou is only three coins."
Qin Haoxuan nodded and took out some silver coins to hand to her. "Then I'll take two dous for now."
The woman accepted the coins and swiftly packed the grains for him, handing them over. "Take care, sir! Come back again!"
Carrying the grains back to his shop, Qin Haoxuan neatly arranged them on the shelves.
He then wrote on the wood Sign: "New Grains, Three Coins per Dou," and hung it beside the shelves.
Standing behind the counter, he scanned the items on display, quietly calculating his next steps.
"Perhaps it's time to find some partners," he murmured to himself, his gaze landing on the pottery stall across the street.
He stepped out of his shop and walked towards the pottery stall.
The vendor was a young man, focused on polishing a ceramic pot in his hands.
Qin Haoxuan approached and said, "Excuse me, I'd like to discuss a business opportunity with you."
The young man looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Are you looking to buy ceramics?"
"No, I want to collaborate with you," Qin Haoxuan smiled. "I need some ceramics for my shop, and if you're willing, we could work together long-term."
The young man paused for a moment before nodding. "You're straightforward; let's agree on that."
Qin Haoxuan returned to his shop, feeling a slight sense of relief.
As night fell, the streets grew quieter with fewer pedestrians.
Qin Haoxuan closed the shop door and sat behind the counter, holding a brush in his hand as he sketched on paper.
He was planning future business strategies, various possibilities swirling in his mind.
"Tomorrow, I should check the market for more supplies," he murmured, his eyes landing on the supermarket membership card on the table.
The card bore the logo of a modern supermarket, an anachronism in this era. Qin Haoxuan picked up the card, gently stroking it as complex emotions surged within him.
"Perhaps this is my opportunity," he whispered, placing the card back into his pocket and extinguishing the oil lamp on the table.
The shop was enveloped in darkness, with only the moonlight filtering through the gaps in the window, casting a glow on the goods displayed on the shelves.
As more customers filled the shop, the items on the shelves gradually diminished.
Qin Haoxuan stood behind the counter, observing the bustling shop with a sense of quiet satisfaction.
His fingers lightly tapped on the wooden surface of the counter as his gaze swept over the throngs of people inside.
The products on the shelves were disappearing at a noticeable rate, especially the essential grains and cloth, which seemed to vanish every few moments as customers eagerly grabbed them.
The atmosphere in the shop was lively yet somewhat chaotic.
Several customers stood in front of the shelves, holding items in their hands, their faces reflecting confusion as they struggled to adapt to this "self-service" shopping method.
"Excuse me, sir," a young man said as he approached the counter, holding a bag of grains. "Your items are quite fresh, but I wonder if you could offer a better price."
Qin Haoxuan smiled and pointed to a sign next to the shelf that read "For Rent": "You see, these prices are all clearly marked. If you find them reasonable, feel free to take one."
The young man hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Then I'll take this bag."
Qin Haoxuan took the grains, skillfully wrapped them up, and handed them to the young man: "Here you go. Take care and come back again."
The young man accepted the bag and turned to leave but paused, his steps faltering as if he wanted to ask something more but didn't know how to begin.
Qin Haoxuan noticed this and understood that this novel shopping experience would indeed require some time for people from ancient times to adjust.
He stepped out from behind the counter and moved beside the shelves, ready to assist those hesitant customers with explanations.
"Aunt, if you're looking to buy some cloth, you might want to check out these few pieces over here. The colors and textures are quite nice, and the prices are reasonable," Qin Haoxuan said, pointing to a neatly arranged row of cloth with a gentle tone.
The Aunt looked up at him, a hint of a smile on her face. "This fabric is indeed good, but I wonder if you could lower the price a bit?"
Qin Haoxuan shook his head and pointed to the wood Sign. "Aunt, you see, these prices are all clearly marked. Everything in our shop is priced this way; we pride ourselves on honesty."
The Aunt nodded, reaching out to feel the texture of the cloth, seemingly satisfied. However, she still muttered, "This shop is quite novel, but it has too many rules."
Qin Haoxuan didn't say much more; he simply smiled and turned to attend to other customers.
This self-service shopping method was indeed somewhat unfamiliar and even inconvenient for people in ancient times, but it was one of the unique features of his supermarket.
He needed to help customers gradually adapt to this model rather than simply catering to their old habits.
As business boomed, problems began to emerge. The first issue was a shortage of goods.
Qin Haoxuan had initially thought that the variety of products in ancient times would be limited, but he was surprised to find that customer demand far exceeded his expectations.
Especially for everyday essentials like grains and cloth, customers were taking them off the shelves almost constantly.
The items on the shelves were visibly decreasing at an alarming rate, particularly those daily necessities. Qin Haoxuan had set a schedule for restocking every day and remained in the store as its owner.
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