April 29th, Sunday morning.
Tian Mo and Zhuang Dong drank their coffee in the cafe in the shopping mall silently.
Tian Mo yawned and looked at his watch. It was almost 10 AM.
Zhuang Dong gulped down three mouthfuls of coffee and asked, "Brother Gou, how was it? Did you figure out anything last night?"
Tian Mo rolled his eyes. "Don't ask."
Zhuang Dong stopped asking obediently.
Tian Mo had gotten off work at five o'clock yesterday. After returning to his apartment, he thought about it seriously, trying to figure out what was wrong with the zero sales volume on Saturday.
In the end, he thought hard and kept thinking until two in the morning, but he could not think of anything.
He reflected on his role as a customer and felt that it was normal for customers not to buy it. It would be abnormal if they bought it.
