In the old factory district, Hamster Brand Arms Flagship Store was doing booming business.
"Custom order for ten chainsaw swords. Remember to include skulls—the skulls are the most important part."
"...A big order: 60,000 compressed fireball paper cartridges, and 300 breechloaders. Remember to make them in a British style!"
"...Five 12-pounder cannons, twelve triple-barreled cannons, plus 5,000 wooden torpedoes. Their power needs to be at the level of a Tier 2 spell."
Looking at the Hamster store packed with witches lining up, Jiang Han internally went wuli gua la for a moment. First, she indignantly condemned it—Damn it, why should a crappy shop like this make me queue? Then she muttered, My time is money, friend. Finally, she gritted her teeth and resolutely joined the line!
All because a sign hung outside the shop: [35% Price Sale—Buy 1, Get 1.85714 Free!]
The Witch Agency's Advertising and Market Oversight Department required that every promotional discount be accurate to five decimal places. You weren't allowed to say "30% off, buy 1 get 2"; you had to say "buy 1 get 2.33333"!
Standing in the queue lane inside the shop, Jiang Han heard movement behind her. Turning around, she saw another six or seven witches walk in and join the line.
Tsk tsk, there really were so many witches greedy for discounts! Jiang Han herself was one of them, so she merely flashed the witch looking over at her a bright smile before turning back around.
Thump thump thump!
At the sound of hurried footsteps, Jiang Han turned around again and saw two shop assistants rushing over while carrying a huge roll of carpet. They gave it a shove beside the queue lane, and the carpet slowly unfurled. As if accompanied by tiny special effects, rows of comfortable sofas and coffee tables grew