Four hundred and seventy-four, searched for half a lifetime_1
After the first customer left,
almost two hours passed
before the flower shop welcomed its second customer.
This second customer appeared much older, probably about the same age as Old Zhang.
Seeing him, Gu Chen figured the business was unlikely to succeed.
After all, young people were more likely to buy the flowers at the price of fifty-eight yuan per bouquet.
After entering, the customer didn't speak to Gu Chen but wandered around the shop.
He couldn't help but bend down when he saw a bouquet of jasmine.
He was about to bury his cheeks into the bouquet when he suddenly stopped.
The old man looked stunned, his face showing a hint of disbelief.
He sniffed the flowers again, and this time, his eyes suddenly turned moist.
"How much for this flower?" the old man lifted his head and asked Gu Chen, his voice trembling.
Gu Chen didn't understand why the man suddenly started crying.
"Fifty-eight yuan," Gu Chen replied directly.