"Parking is not allowed here, please move your vehicle immediately." The traffic police pointed to the east and said, "Parking is permitted on the road to the east."

"Okay, I'm off now." Wang Peng said goodbye to Han Xiaoguang and drove past the newsstand.

The old man at the newsstand waved at the car window.

This was a crossroads. Wang Peng parked his car on the east side of the intersection and got out to go to the newsstand.

"Hello, Uncle. You waved to me just now. Is there something you need?" he asked.

"Are you delivering stationery? Where do you get your supplies from?" the white-haired old man asked.

“Uncle, all my goods are sourced from stationery factories in the provincial capital; they’re factory direct,” Wang Peng replied.

The old man picked up a notebook from the counter. "Young man, how much is this kind of notebook?"

This is a notebook, about half a centimeter thick, with cardboard on both sides.

Perfect timing! Wang Peng had prepared thirty of these notebooks.

"Four cents a book, shall I show you a sample?" he asked.

"Okay, do you have a compass? How much is one?" the old man asked.

"My compass is a good quality iron compass, and it costs four cents each. I'm going to pick it up."

Wang Peng opened the trunk and took out three compasses and three notebooks.

The old man looked at them carefully, nodded, and said, "Leave me ten notebooks and ten compasses."

"Okay." Wang Peng went to the trunk to get the goods again.

After the transaction was completed, he saw a telephone at the newsstand and left his home phone number with Li Longfei.

"Uncle, just contact me if you need anything in the future." Wang Peng pointed to the telephone and said with a smile, "I wish you a prosperous business."

"Okay." The old man waved his hand. "Go ahead and get busy."