When Zhang Guoqing came over, he didn't need to search much and went straight to the direction of the old book stalls. Sure enough, not far away, he saw this mother and son duo flipping through books. Especially his son, who was bending over, choosing book by book.
"How's the selection?"
Ping'an quickly turned around, saw his dad, happily put down the book in his hand, and rushed over, "Dad, there are a lot of comic books here. I can collect a complete set."
Zhang Guoqing glanced at the book stall and nodded knowingly. Now is not like a few years ago, besides children's publications and some professional books, those so-called miscellaneous books have become increasingly rare. Nearby book stalls, in order to make money, can only collect more comic books and children's pictorials to sell.
Ping'an leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "Five cents a book."
Zhang Guoqing got the hint in his son's words, patted him, and also whispered, "Pick more."
