When I opened my eyes, I traveled back to 1986 with the entire supermarket.
The whole village stared at the White Rabbit milk candies and snowflakes on my shelf.
The village chief's son wanted to exchange food stamps for my electronic watch, but I thrust a copy of "Five-Year and Three-Year College Entrance Exam Simulation" into my backhand.
The village girl was jealous of my Chuiliang skirts, so I wholesaled a dozen of them and opened the first clothing store in the village.
It's just that veteran brother who is always staring at me from the dark. Why is his eyes getting worse and worse?
Until one day, he blocked me behind the granary: "I can keep your secret. But there is one condition -"
"Teach me how to use that... Thing called a cash register?"
