The problem lies in this relaxed and lazy feeling, because it's not the kind of atmosphere needed for doing business.

I no longer need to investigate the visitor flow here, because the number of people brought in by tour guides is almost negligible, and individual tourists passing by will at most glance inside and then not bother to come in. After all, tourists tend to be curious and want to join in the fun, so they certainly won't like such a deserted place.

...

A moment later, I stopped in front of a coffee shop that was still open. As expected, there was no one inside except the owner. The owner didn't seem to care about opening the shop for business at all. Even though it was already noon, he was asleep in a recliner with a magazine covering his face. I didn't know if he had just read it or if he was just blocking the sun.

While I found it amusing, I said to him, "Hey, boss, I'd like a drink."

He didn't answer me.

I patted him on the shoulder again and called out, "Boss, we have a customer... Can you wake up?"

He then removed the magazine from his face, squinted at me, and said, "Sorry, I haven't had any customers for three days. I didn't expect to have any customers at all, so I'm taking a nap while the sun is shining."

I smiled and replied, "It's okay, get me something to drink first... let's chat for a bit."

"Alright, I'm so bored here, I was just wondering who to talk to... By the way, would you like something to drink? I'll get it for you."

"Anything is fine with coffee, I need it to perk me up."

"Then let's make American style, it's my specialty."

"OK……"

While he was making coffee, I asked him again, "Are you from Beijing?"

"You guessed right, I really am from Beijing..."

I smiled and replied, "Your accent is obvious, there's no need to lie about it... May I address you?"

"Just call me Brother Ping... Ping as in wine bottle."

"Your nickname is interesting!"

"Hey... I usually like to collect wine bottles when I have nothing to do, so my friends gave me this nickname."

I took a look and was truly shocked. His small coffee shop was filled with empty wine bottles of all kinds, many of which I had never seen before. I couldn't help but nod and exclaim, "Your nickname is really fitting. You're quite an interesting person to have such a hobby!"

"Haha... If I don't find something to tinker with and have fun with, I'll be bored to death here... By the way, buddy, what's your name?"

"Migo".

"Your name is really... Rice Cake. If you eat a couple of bites when you're hungry, it'll be incredibly satisfying!"

As he spoke, he brought me the coffee he had just made. I looked around again and felt even more that this guy had a lot of self-control. Not only would this coffee shop be losing money here, it would also be a real ordeal for people, because there were closed doors all around the shop and no one else to talk to.