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Qin Haoxuan continued down the street, his gaze drifting between the shops on either side.
Finally, he spotted a vacant storefront at the entrance of a narrow alley. The shop wasn't large, but it had a decent location, with a "For Rent" sign hanging at the entrance.
Qin Haoxuan approached and knocked on the door. Moments later, a middle-aged woman emerged, holding a set of keys.
"Good sir, are you looking to rent this shop?" The woman scrutinized Qin Haoxuan with a hint of skepticism in her tone.
"Yes, I would like to rent this space," Qin Haoxuan replied with a nod.
The woman frowned slightly. "This shop isn't cheap; it costs five taels of silver per month."
Qin Haoxuan felt the coins in his pocket and calculated in his mind. Although Chen Yuan hadn't given him much silver, it was just enough to cover a month's rent. He gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I'll take it."
Seeing his prompt agreement, the woman's face broke into a smile. "You're straightforward; let's sign a contract then."
Qin Haoxuan followed her into the shop and signed the lease. The interior was empty, with only a few worn tables and chairs.
Standing at the entrance, he surveyed the surroundings, already envisioning how to arrange shelves and categorize products in his mind.
"Let's start with daily necessities," he murmured to himself, his gaze landing on the cloth stall across the street.
He exited the shop and walked directly toward the cloth stall. The vendor was an elderly man in his fifties, bent over as he sorted through some fabrics.
"Excuse me, old man, I would like to buy some cloth," Qin Haoxuan said as he approached.
The old man looked up and regarded him for a moment. "How much do you need?"
"First, I need ten pieces," Qin Haoxuan replied after a moment of thought.
The old man nodded and picked out several pieces of fabric in different colors from the stall. "These are all fine cotton, Two Coins per piece."
Qin Haoxuan ran his fingers over the fabric; it felt soft and had good quality. He took out the silver and handed it to the old man. "Then I'll take these."
The old man accepted the silver with a smile. "Thank you, sir. Come again next time!"
Holding the cloth, Qin Haoxuan returned to his shop and began arranging the shelves.
He neatly placed the cloth on the wooden racks and hung a sign beside it that read "Cotton, Two Coins Per Piece."
"Clear pricing, self-service," he murmured softly, a slight smile playing on his lips.
In the following days, Qin Haoxuan continued to purchase ceramics, grains, and various daily necessities from the market.
He organized the goods by category, and gradually, the shelves became more stocked.
Whenever curious passersby peeked in, he patiently explained how the supermarket operated.
"Customers can choose for themselves; once you've made your selection, just head to the counter to check out," he said with a smile to a middle-aged woman.
The woman nodded, picked up a piece of cloth to examine it, then set it down and turned to leave the shop.
Qin Haoxuan was not discouraged. He understood that this novel shopping method would take time for people to adapt to.
Standing behind the counter, he scanned the items on the shelves, quietly calculating his next steps.
"Perhaps it's time to find some partners," he murmured to himself, his gaze falling 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.
"Excuse me, I would like to discuss a business opportunity with you," Qin Haoxuan said.
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 replied with a smile. "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, then nodded. "You're straightforward; let's make it happen."
Qin Haoxuan returned to his shop, feeling 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.
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 it up and gently stroked it, a complex emotion rising 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 plunged into darkness, with only the moonlight filtering through the gaps in the window, casting a silvery glow on the goods on the shelves as if coating them in a layer of shimmering light.
Qin Haoxuan stood at the entrance of his shop, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd on the street.
Vendors along the roadside shouted their wares, their voices rising and falling in a lively chorus, while the air was filled with the aromas of various foods and the scent of dye from cloth.
The buildings on either side of the street were quaint and charming, with gray bricks and tiled roofs, red lanterns swaying gently under the eaves in the breeze.
Pedestrians wore wide-sleeved robes, strolling leisurely, occasionally interrupted by the rumble of a cart passing by, its wheels thudding against the cobblestone road.
He turned back into the shop, his eyes landing on the neatly arranged cloth and ceramics on the shelves.
Though simple, these goods were the most practical items he could find in this era.
He walked behind the counter and picked up a brush, sketching a layout of the shelves on paper.
The design of a modern supermarket's shelving 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 murmured softly, his gaze drifting to the "For Rent" sign hanging beside the shelves.
The sign read “Cotton Fabric, Two Coins Per Piece,” with neat and legible handwriting.
He nodded in satisfaction and turned to head towards the door, planning to check out what else he could stock up on at the market.
On the street, the vendors' calls continued to echo. Qin Haoxuan wove through the crowd, pausing briefly at each stall.
He spotted an elderly man selling ceramics, his booth filled with various shapes of ceramic pots and bowls.
The old man focused intently as he polished a ceramic pot in his hands. Qin Haoxuan approached him and said softly, “Old Man, I’d like to discuss a business deal with you.”
The old man raised his head, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. "Are you looking to buy ceramics, sir?"
"No, I want to collaborate with you," Qin Haoxuan replied with a smile. "I need some ceramics for my shop, and if you're willing, we can work together long-term."
The old man paused for a moment, then nodded. "You're straightforward, sir. It's settled then."
Qin Haoxuan felt a slight sense of relief in his heart.
The road ahead was still long, but he had taken the first step.
He bid farewell to the old man and continued searching 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, carefully examining the quality of the grains. "Excuse me, how much are these grains?"
The woman looked up, her face breaking into a warm smile. "How much do you want, sir? These grains are freshly harvested; one dou is only three coins."
Qin Haoxuan nodded and took out some silver coins to hand to the woman. "Then I'll take two dou for now."
The woman accepted the coins and quickly packed the grains, handing them to Qin Haoxuan. "Take care on your way, and come again next time!"
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