"Hey, give me a copy of the morning newspaper. Huh? Is that a new magazine? A copy of VOGUE too."
"I’ll take that VOGUE!"
An office worker threw 15 yuan in the box and grabbed the last VOGUE without hesitation before hurrying away.
The white-collar worker stared at the empty shelf in shock. Her magazine had been taken away.
"Do you have one more copy?" she asked the stallholder.
Lao Zhang's face was as wrinkled as a blooming chrysanthemum. "Don't worry, I’ll keep one for you in the evening."
"Okay, don’t forget. I’ll drop by at six o’clock. I want the VOGUE with the black-and-white cover."
"No problem!" Lao Zhang promised.
He unconsciously glanced at his watch. It was just half past eight. If the delivery was on time, it would catch the end of morning peak time.
He called Wang Xiaor.
"The number you are dialing is busy now, please call again later..."
