No matter which world a bookstore is in, it will always be quieter than other places.
Even those with voices louder than a cannon don't like being disturbed while they are pondering.
And today, the "She De" bookstore is as quiet as ever, and the entrance is deserted.
After all, this is the Metropolis, a bookstore selling various self-help books, poetry collections, and philosophical classics, naturally finds it hard to attract consumers.
However, neither the staff nor the store manager cares about this.
Because selling books is just a guise; the real money is made elsewhere.
"Ding dong!"
The automatic sensor door at the entrance opened.
"Welcome."
The staff wearing coarse clothes and hemp shoes looked up and greeted, neither enthusiastically nor indifferently.
At the same time, he quickly assessed the two people who entered.
A male mummy and a female doll, a rather rare combination.
"Do you need any recommendations?"
The staff routinely asked.
"Yes."
