The Pen and Ink Studio is different from the quiet Book Fragrance Studio. The Pen and Ink Studio is very busy with customers.

Since many customers had never seen these products before and didn't know how to use them, several staff members were present to explain them to them one by one.

"This is called a ballpoint pen. Just press the button on top, press it lightly once and the pen tip will appear; press it again and the pen tip will retract. It's lightweight and easy to take anywhere, very convenient."

"A ballpoint pen can last a very long time, the refill is removable and replaceable, and the refills are very inexpensive. This ballpoint pen comes in black, blue, and red." A boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old said to the crowd, holding up the pen.

"This is called a watercolor pen. Watercolor pens come in many colors, including black, red, orange, yellow, white, green, and blue."

"This watercolor pen can be used for two months. After two months, the watercolor inside the pen holder will become transparent. Then you can buy various colors of ink at the store, apply all the ink, and the pen holder will have a thick ink again, ready to be used again."

"These are pencils. If you make a mistake, you can gently erase it with the eraser on top, and the mistake will disappear. This saves a lot of paper."

"This is a fountain pen, it can be used for four months, this is a ballpoint pen, it can be used for three months..." The boy said excitedly, waving the pen in his hand in front of everyone.

Mo Mingxuan and Wang Simeng couldn't help but chuckle when they saw the boy's appearance. This boy seemed a bit silly, but they never expected him to be so talkative; it was truly unexpected.

"Here are all papers and notebooks. The paper in our stationery shop is different from other shops. Look at the quality..." the young man said, taking out a few sheets of paper and notebooks.

The shop was mostly frequented by scholars, so the young man didn't need to explain anything about paper; everyone could tell the difference between good and bad paper.

"I want two pencils and this notebook."

"I want one of these black ballpoint pens."

"I want a black ballpoint pen too!"

"Please settle the bill for these two notebooks, pencils, and watercolors."

"Okay, everyone, don't rush, line up one by one, I'll pay right away." The boy led the group toward the counter.

Mo Mingxuan excitedly said to Mo Beichen, "Uncle, we should buy more. These pens and papers are so convenient and practical."

"Okay, let Anfeng come and buy it later. We'll just browse around here," Mo Beichen said.

Wang Simeng then led the two on a journey of conversation, buying desserts at a milk tea shop and sitting there for a while. Before they knew it, it was already 6 PM.

In an instant, all the streetlights on the street turned on simultaneously, illuminating the street instantly. At the same time, the shops on both sides of the street lit up, and the shopping mall also switched on various colored lights.

This area suddenly became so beautiful it seemed otherworldly.

Mo Mingxuan was stunned.

This was the first time in his life he had ever seen such a beautiful scene; it was truly astonishing.

Mo Mingxuan stood up excitedly.

Seeing this scene on the street, many people thought it was a divine intervention and knelt down. Some prayed for good health for their families, some for promotions and wealth, and some even for children…

Some people stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what had happened. After they came to their senses, they saw the people next to them kneeling and calling for the gods, so they quickly knelt down as well.

People in some shops even came out of their shops to breathe deeply, saying they wanted to inhale some divine energy.

Those who visited the Mysterious Shop in Qingshan City had already seen many of the lamps inside. It had long been rumored that they were luminous pearls used by immortals, and the food was divine fare. Some people didn't believe it then, but now, kneeling there, they wore smug expressions, as if they finally believed it.

Seeing this, Wang Simeng quickly made an excuse to leave the milk tea shop. Finding a secluded spot, she took out a megaphone and shouted that these were just ordinary objects, not deities, urging everyone to hurry up.

The people on the street were suddenly startled by a loud voice, but after hearing what it said, they were even more convinced that it was a deity than they believed the voice coming from the loudspeaker.

Finally, having no other choice, Wang Simeng spoke into a loudspeaker, saying that if the gods in heaven didn't get up, they would be angry. Only then did the people on the road quickly stand up.

The people kept saying, "Yes, yes, not a god, not a god." While saying they weren't gods, they were thinking, "We can't anger a god." Then they exchanged glances, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.

Whenever someone says that this is a shop run by gods, or that there are gods in Qingshan City, the people of Qingshan City will say things like, "That's not a god, don't talk nonsense."

The Wonderful Shopping Mall and the entire street have become the safest place in the whole of Qingshan City.

Occasionally, some people with ulterior motives try to dismantle streetlights to sell for money. They are always caught red-handed by kind-hearted citizens, without exception.

The people were terrified that the gods' possessions would be stolen by scoundrels, and they even formed a civilian guard. When Wang Simeng learned of this, she sent someone to recruit the guard as official employees, providing them with a salary and seasonal subsidies—the benefits were quite good. But that's a story for later.

Seeing this situation, Wang Simeng was speechless. "Whatever," she thought, "maybe it will turn out this way. There are plenty of amazing things to come."

The people walked along, marveling at the lanterns they saw. They were momentarily at a loss for where to look.

The streets were getting busier and busier. Some savvy people even set up stalls on both sides of the road.

"Uncle, do you think this Miss Wang might really be a fairy?" Mo Mingxuan asked Mo Beichen excitedly.

Mo Beichen smiled and shook his head.

"I don't know, but Miss Wang is a very kind girl. In any case, I believe that her appearance will make people's lives better."

Mo Mingxuan nodded without speaking; he too was filled with anticipation for Wang Simeng.

When Wang Simeng returned to the milk tea shop, Mo Beichen and Mo Mingxuan had already calmed down from their shock and excitement.

"Sorry, I just had to take care of some things," Wang Simeng explained with a smile.

"It's alright, it's fine." Mo Beichen waved his hand with a smile.

Wang Simeng discussed the quantity and type of goods she wanted to buy with the two of them, as well as the delivery address.

I overheard them ordering from the supermarket: 5,000 boxes each of instant noodles, compressed biscuits, ham sausages, self-heating hot pot, and bread, as well as all sorts of other food items.

Wang Simeng was thrilled. This was a huge order! She was going to make a fortune. She promised to send someone to deliver every single item to the capital.

Wang Simeng had no intention of sending anyone to the capital to transport the goods. Wouldn't it be more convenient and faster to go alone? She could also take a trip to the capital before the New Year.