The customers had all left, and the clamor was once again replaced by tranquility.
Yao Ziyan closed the shop doors, shutting out the wind and snow.
Luo Chuan sipped his milk tea as he looked at the Magic Phone in his hand.
Nearly all the customers were discussing the matter of selecting roles just now, while those who had not come in person had watched through the livestream.
There were many topics of discussion, such as "when filming would begin," "what new products would be released alongside the movie," and "who would play the movie's roles." All of them were immensely popular.
After all, although the customers had performed just now, Luo Chuan had yet to give any specific response.
Then he could not help yawning.
It was already late. According to his usual routine, he would have been lying in bed preparing to sleep by now.
Suddenly, a message popped up on the Magic Phone.
Normally, whenever these customers had questions about Origin Mall, they usually went to Yao Ziyan.
After all, compared to Luo Chuan, Yao Ziyan looked much easier to talk to.
In the minds of most customers, Luo Chuan usually had the image of a salted fish. Aside from new products, he rarely concerned himself with matters in the shop.
Even though everyone could find Luo Chuan's account on the Magic Phone, few people ever sent him messages.
Luo Chuan was somewhat curious.
He glanced at the sender's avatar. It was a woman who was not particularly beautiful.
On the Magic Phone, every customer could set their own avatar, and only a minority used their own photos.
Most simply used casually taken images—scenery, animals, food, and the like. There was a vast variety.
Boss, are you still there?
It was a very ordinary question. Luo Chuan