Late August 2029
"Hey, boss. The name of your convenience store is interesting."
Qian Huai lit the cigarette, breathed out a smoke ring, and said.
Qin Hao smiled and said nothing.
"But next year, won't this have to be renamed to 2030 Convenience Store?"
"..."
"No trouble."
…
Mid-February 2030
Qian Huai looked at the "2029 Convenience Store" with the lights flashing and said nothing. He put down the fruit bag in his hand and carefully pasted the A4 paper with "Wangpu transfer contact person: Mr. Qian" on the glass. He looked at it for a while, then took out the cigarette case from his bag. The flames flashed past, but the remaining smoke curled up.
Intention: None