He said nothing more, but walked towards the next stall. He simply had some feelings he wanted to express and wanted to share his experience. If his experience could improve the survival rate of low-level trains, he felt it would be very worthwhile.
The goods sold at the second stall were... pens and notebooks.
"..."
The middle-aged man silently looked around at the crowd whose faces were filled with gratitude as they gazed at him. These people had just heard him share his experiences here, and each of them held a pen and notebook in their hands, all of the same style, identical to those sold at the second stall.
He quietly withdrew his gaze, looked at the smiling vendor at the second stall, and softly said.
"You'll succeed in whatever you do in the future."
"How much did you make?"
"Not much, nearly twenty thousand Fixed Star Coupons."
"You managed to sell pens and notebooks for nearly twenty thousand Fixed Star Coupons?"
"Raised the price temporarily."
