The staff member was a middle-aged man who said helplessly, "It's really not here. If we had it, wouldn't we display it?"
"Comrade, could there really be none in the warehouse either? Which bookstore doesn't have stock?" Feng Qingxue was quite knowledgeable about this; bookstores have limited space and can't possibly display all their books for sale. They all have warehouses specifically for storing books. She had a friend in her past life who owned a bookstore, and they handled fire and moisture prevention in the warehouse very well.
The staff member scratched his head, "There is a warehouse, and there are books, but they're all red books. We don't have the revision materials you're looking for. These books don't sell well, even if we had them, they were printed over a decade ago."
