The front page report of "Luzhou City Daily" was a bomb dropped into a calm lake.
Early the next morning, the entrance to the "Trend Front" was blocked.
The crowd lined up from the entrance of the store to the corner of the street, which was even more exaggerated than the last time for a free trial.
The disco music on the radio was completely drowned in the roar of people.
"Boss, do you still have the bell-bottom pants in the newspaper?"
"Give me a toad mirror!"
"I heard that the city leaders praised your clothes here, so I came here from the next county!"
Li Xiaoming, Wang Dali, and Fatty were sweating profusely in the small shop.
The change in the cash box quickly piled up into a small mountain and was replaced by whole bills.
The fat man was holding the accounting book, his hands shaking.
"Xiao Ming, it's out of stock again! The last one of that denim jacket was just sold!"
Wang Dali shouted at the top of his lungs while maintaining order at the door.
"Everyone, please stop crowding and come one by one! The goods are on the way and there will be more tomorrow!"
Li Xiaoming stuffed a wad of cash notes into the cash box, and his fingertips were stained with the mixed smell of banknotes and sweat.
He raised his head and looked at the crazy crowd in front of him, but there was no ecstasy on his face.
