Joyful City Sees the Group-Buying Delivery Trucks Again

The opening promotion at Joyful City had ended, and the buzz really did fade as suddenly as a receding tide.

The next day's sales were even worse than the first day's, failing to reach even eight hundred thousand.

By Monday morning, as sunlight spilled across Joyful City's plaza, several of the mall's managers looked at the empty halls and deserted streets and began whispering among themselves.

"It's normal for no one to come on a Monday, right?"

"But there shouldn't be literally no one..."

"I just went to take a look. There are still plenty of people at Wan Zhong next door, and the customers at many of the restaurants are filling every seat."

"It's a new brand, after all. Maybe things will improve by dinner?"

So, starting at eight in the morning, the mall's business managers kept making rounds everywhere. Around noon, the mall received a small wave of diners from the nearby office buildings.

By evening, another small wave arrived, but they all left in a hurry.

By Tuesday, the foot traffic was even lower.

There had originally been an Old Master begging outside Wan Zhong. He had moved over during the few days Joyful City was opening, but on Tuesday at noon, he simply slapped his backside and left.

Feng Shirong brought people to the mall. Looking at the empty interior, he instantly felt as though a short-lived flower had bloomed and then quickly entered its withering phase.

Han Xiong now understood who had been left without pants after the tide receded. Without the lottery, even the nearby Old Ladies stopped coming.

Seeing this, Duan Ying was a little dumbfounded. "Where did everyone go? There were so many people here before."

"Once the promotion ended, the mall subsidies disappeared too. Joyful City's stores weren't competitive enough. The