1417 In Modern Day 15 (2/2)

”Yes.” The shop owner in a black dress says with a calm smile, ”My shop's theme is 'mystery.' All the products in this area have this characteristic.”

Product differentiation strategy… This phrase flashes across my mind.

At the same time, I survey my surroundings and see an antique quill, a silver mirror with black eyeballs on both sides, and a few dice of different shapes—too many to count.

Mirror… I subconsciously pick up the mirror with my other hand.

I want to confirm my current condition. I can't look terrible just because of my motion sickness and have it affect the business exchange later.

The mirror quickly reflects my face:

Black hair, brown eyes, deep facial features, hard lines…

Damn, when did I become so handsome? I can't believe that I'm the one in the mirror!

After being stunned for two seconds, I quickly put down the brass notebook, take out my phone, and use the screen to examine myself.

This is very normal. It's still my original appearance… I turn my head to look at the mirror again. I'm still very handsome in the mirror.

”…What's going on with this mirror?” I can't help but ask.

The woman in the black dress smiles.

”This is a smart mirror.”

”Ah, I understand.” I suddenly understand.

It's a smart mirror with its own beautifying features, filters, and Photoshop effects!

To put it simply, it's actually a special tablet that's directly connected to TikTok and BeautyCam apps.

With this in mind, I lose interest and immediately place the mirror back in its original position.

For some reason, I feel like the mirror is a little sticky. I use a lot of strength to retract my hand.

”How much is this notebook? And this quill.” I don't waste any time. I pick up the brass notebook again and ask for the price.

The boss in a black dress purses her lips and chuckles.

”Ten million.”

Pfft… I almost spit on her face.

”The two of these are antiques,” the boss added.

”… Is there anything that isn't an antique? Something more normal?” I take a deep breath and ask directly.

”Yes.” The woman in the black dress points behind me.

I turn around and see a black, ordinary notebook.

I pick it up and flip through it. I'm certain that the surface of the notebook is made of hard paper. The paper inside is an imitation of goatskin. One of the pages is painted with The Fool, who's wearing gorgeous clothes and dazzling head accessories.

With The Fool as my online nickname, how can I not recognize The Fool?

”How much is it?” I ask casually.

”30 yuan,” the boss replies with a good attitude.

”It's a little expensive. What about this pen?” I casually pick up another dark red, classic fountain pen.

”25 yuan. If you buy both of them, you can have them for 50 yuan,” the boss in the black dress says with a smile.

I hesitate for a few seconds and feel that 50 yuan isn't an unacceptable price compared to traveling two kilometers by taxi—not only is it a waste of time, but the transport cost would be around 20 yuan. Including the cost of the notebook and pen, it would be about 30 to 40 yuan.

”Okay.” I take out my phone and complete the transaction.

After leaving the Star Dream Provisions Store and returning to the police station, I register at the guard house.

During this process, a police car drives out.

”Is there an emergency mission?” the policeman on duty asks.

While waiting for the barrier to rise, the driver replies indifferently,

”Damn it, a car thief appeared. He stole two sedan cars!”