Tang Xiaonan followed Adrian Hawthorne to the train station. The Vessaria train station was tiny, and the waiting room was even tinier, but it was packed with all sorts of people. Some had laid out quilts on the floor and were snoring away, while others sat on spread-out newspapers, playing cards.
"Mr. Hawthorne, if I sell some, can I get a cut?" Tang Xiaonan's heart fluttered with anticipation.
'I want to make money too! If I save up bit by bit, I should have enough to buy a market booth in four years, right?'
She had heard from people who did business in Wraven that when the first small-commodity markets were established, the booths were dirt cheap. The registration fee was only three yuan apiece, but even then, few people were willing to pay. The staff from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce had to persuade them, talking until they were blue in the face, yet very few people signed up.
