"So this is a late-night bookstore?"
The only customer looked engrossed in his book, but he was clearly fidgety. Ever since Yuan Shan walked in, he'd been following the conversation between the two of them.
Now, seeing Fu Qian respond so bluntly, he couldn't help but jump in with a question before Fu Qian could kick him out.
"No."
Fu Qian glanced at him, puzzled.
"Then how can you close so early?"
The customer couldn't accept that the quiet place he'd finally found was already slipping away.
"Eavesdropping on other people's conversations is immoral. And my sales for the day are still at zero. A quick divination tells me it's clearly a bad time to open for business."
Fu Qian propped his chin on his hand and spoke casually.
"Running a business isn't just about making money. You also have to shoulder your social responsibilities..."
Although Fu Qian hadn't said anything in particular, the customer still flushed at the remark and instinctively put down his book.
"For example, helping people like you who suffer from insomnia?"
Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully. Then he stood up, went to the bookshelf opposite, and pulled out three hefty tomes. He flipped through them at random, picked the one with the most equations, and tossed it over.
"No discounts. Cash only."
"But... I don't know math..."
He almost got hit by the book. After catching it in a panic, the customer glanced at it and froze.
"Then it'll work even better."
Fu Qian's expression remained blank. There was no room for discussion.
The customer summoned his courage for a full three seconds, but in the end, he still didn't dare put the book down. He trembled as he took out his money and paid.
"I'm going to report you..."
Still, as he left with