ake a look. If you need anything, just tell me."
"Well... Actually, I am an anchor." said Snowy hesitantly. It was always troublesome for her to explain this term to seniors who didn't understand what an anchor was. They always mistook her as a television reporter.
The old man replied, "Anchor, that I've heard of. Does that mean you host live broadcasts on the internet?"
It was such a relief to Snowy. She didn’t expect this old man to be quite fashionable that he knew what anchor was for, thus saving her a lot of energy to explain.
"Yes, but I’m just an unheard-of anchor." Snowy stuck out her tongue cheekily, "May I ask if I can host a live broadcast in your store? It will be good for your business."
After entering the shop, Snowy didn’t see any customers there, which meant that business must be very rough. It was possible that just like other antique stores, this store could sustain itself for years by selling only one item. But, as she observed, though the products were seldom seen in daily life, they were not old enough to be deemed as antiques, which were much more lucrative than simply being rare.
The old man smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness. But I opened this store to have a serene place for myself and all these stuffs. It’s against my intention to attract a lot of customers."
What? Snowy was stupefied by his reply. A store owner who didn't want to attract more customers?
"You don't want to sell products to make money? How are you going to make money without customers?" she asked in astonishment.
The old man stroked his goatee, narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Yes, everyone wants to make money. But, I think it’s better to leave it to fate. Customers walk by my store one day and they suddenly decide to come in, and they find an item they really like. Isn't that nice?"
Snowy sucked in a cold breath. In the past, she could never understand why someone opened a store yet didn’t care about profits. After paying a visit to the Teahouse in Hidden Fog with Zhang Zian, she learned that there were people whose intentions of opening shops were not about money, but for adhering to their ideals, or simply passing time. In terms of wealth and taste, this simply dressed old man in front of her probably was another low profile Tuhao, who could be even better than Sister Ye, the owner of Teahouse in Hidden Fog!
Even the name of the store, "Back to the Old Days", was more decorous and stylish than Teahouse in Hidden Fog. Whoever came up with the name Back to the Old Days must be a knowledgeable person. Besides, Teahouse in Hidden Fog was located deep in a mountain afar, while this store was located in a quiet alley in the city, which had embodied the spirit of "I have built my cottage amongst the throng of men, and yet there is no noise of horse and of carriage" as described in an ancient Chinese poem.
She couldn’t help but wonder. Honestly, it was really rare to encounter one Tuhao, why had she seen so many Tuhaos recently? Was it because of the mutual attraction among rich people?
But then she understood right away. The stores opened by Tuhaos were distinctive with special furnishings. The owners didn’t care how much they spent, the collections in their stores were either the most expensive or the best, and they didn’t care if someone would buy them or not. The reputations of such unique stores spread wide easily — when the citizens heard about these stores, they would mention them to Snowy, asking her to pay a visit and introduce the stores to them—which explained why Snowy had a higher chance of meeting Tuhao.
Though she had figured that out, she was in pain. This was the store where she was going to host the live broadcast, but the owner had clearly turned her down. However, a lot of her fans were waiting for her broadcast, she couldn’t cancel on them... Though they would understand, she couldn't do that to them.
Snowy hesitated for a moment and decided to give up on this site. Amazing Fate Pet Shop would be her next stop.
"Sorry, I came here today for live broadcasting, I’m not buying anything... Sorry to disturb you." She bowed slightly to the old man to extend her apology and intended to leave.
As she turned around, she was so scared by something that she stepped back.
In the corner of the gate, a creepy looking cat was squatting there.