Wang Xiaoliang was now thoroughly at home managing a store.
Going from a higher dimension to a lower one felt like a high school student going back to solve middle school math problems.
So it wasn't that hard after all!
Opening up, taking inventory, stocking shelves, working the register.
Customers poured in during the breakfast, lunch, and dinner rushes, but Wang Xiaoliang never felt overwhelmed. Instead, he directed everything with ease.
He kept a mental tally of which shelves were running low on snacks and which drinks were the most popular.
Whenever things quieted down, he would lean beside the checkout counter and watch the students coming and going.
Their looks, their clothes, the things they talked about.
Occasionally, Wang Xiaoliang would look through the clean glass windows at the passersby hurrying along outside.
He often wondered what Qishan and Liu Xinyu would think if they were here.
[When the people are pleased, fortune flourishes, yet danger lurks close at hand.]
The words from the Book of Fate surfaced in his mind again.
Watching the steady stream of customers in the store, Wang Xiaoliang gained a deeper understanding of those words.
Popularity meant wealth, meant good fortune.
But where people gathered, trouble gathered too.
Wei Zijin's WeChat messages had noticeably increased. There was nothing substantial in them, just sweet nothings.
When he had time, Wang Xiaoliang would earnestly reply with some sappy nonsense of his own.
Or send a few intimate remarks that only a couple would understand.
In return, he received the high praise of being called a shameless pervert.
Busy days always passed especially quickly.
Before he knew it, Wang Xiaoliang had spent three days at Store Two.
On the fourth morning, just after the busiest breakfast rush ended, the flow of customers gradually settled down.
Wang Xiaoliang