"The first vendor sells, and the fans think it's fresh. It's normal for things to sell quickly when there's a buzz."
"I refuse to believe that the next ones can still be sold out!"
What a scale, selling so much in one go?
The three of them smoked and paced around, their irritated hearts sweating profusely, unable to be calmed.
At this moment, they dragged the small stools over again and seriously rooted themselves in the shade, staring at their phones so intently that they wouldn't miss a thing.
As they were watching, the owner of the small shop not far away was staring at them:
"How long are you going to sit there? Can you return the stools for now?"
"What?" The buyer was stunned, "We have been sitting here for days. You do your thing, we're not going to take these few stools."
This small shop in the county doesn't have much; these stools are just a few pieces of wood with two woven bands, sitting on them for long makes your buttocks ache.
Why are they being treasured now?
