My Little Shop Leads to the Heavens

After his father passed away, Jiang Chen inherited a small community shop that was about to close down. The rent is due, the shelves are gathering dust, and the balance on my bank card is only 326 yuan. Just when he was about to close the door and transfer it, at midnight, the door of the small shop was pushed open. A swordsman in ancient costume staggered in, covered in blood. "Shopkeeper, do you have any magic medicine to stop bleeding?" Jiang Chen looked at the Yunnan Baiyao in the corner of the shelf. "Yes, twenty-eight bottles." From that day on, Jiang Chen's shop began to receive customers from all over the world. The survivors of the apocalypse trade crystal cores for instant noodles. The immortal cultivator exchanged spiritual stones for lighters. In ancient times, county magistrates traded gold ingots for high-yielding grain seeds. The magic apprentice trades scrolls for calculators. Ordinary commodities in reality are extremely valuable in the world. And Jiang Chen, from the owner of a poor little shop, became the most mysterious shopkeeper in the world. Many years later, a saying spread throughout the world: If you are in dire straits, look for that small shop with the lights still on at midnight.