C5 Myriad Spirit General Store

The more Faang Yu pondered, the more convinced he became that his plan was viable.

So, the first order of business was to secure a storefront. Nothing too spacious—a modest 50 square meters would suffice.

In a bustling city like East Wind City, finding a shop of that size for a monthly rent of three thousand yuan was entirely feasible.

This task didn't pose much of a challenge for Faang Yu. He knew the neighborhood well and was confident he'd quickly locate the perfect spot.

The next step involved some basic renovations. Funds were tight, but by rolling up his sleeves and doing the work himself, he could keep costs down.

As for inventory, he could conveniently purchase items from the System Shop.

With that, Faang Yu had swiftly mapped out his strategy.

In business, prestige isn't measured by the industry; the end goal is always profit.

Launching a 'general store' might seem humble, but it aligned with Faang Yu's financial means.

After all, entrepreneurship is a gradual climb, not a sprint. Without the luxury of a wealthy lineage, Faang Yu couldn't expect overnight success.

Three days on, Faang Yu stumbled upon a roughly 60-square-meter shop in the vicinity of the Middle Distance Group. The previous tenant, a breakfast vendor, had bowed out due to tough times and an expiring lease. Faang Yu seized the opportunity, paying fifty thousand yuan for a year's rent and giving the place a simple facelift.

A trip to the Trade and Industry Bureau to register his individual business and trademark followed.

Having invested nearly a hundred thousand yuan, the 'Myriad Spirit General Store' was open for business.

The name was a nod to the belief that all things possess a spirit.

Yet, the store remained eerily quiet for several days, with not a single customer in sight.

Faang Yu sat behind the counter, propping up his chin, lost in thought.

Doing business was no cakewalk these days. Despite not being in a prime location, the Myriad Spirit General Store's proximity to the Middle Distance Group should have guaranteed some foot traffic. It was puzzling that days had passed without a single visitor.

Was there a flaw in his entrepreneurial approach?

Mulling over this, Faang Yu wondered if it was time to devise a new plan.

Just then, an elderly man and a younger woman stepped inside.

The gentleman was clad in a brown suit, his face slightly withered but graced with a warm, friendly smile, reminiscent of a kindly grandfather.

The woman at his side, likely in her early twenties and about the same age as Faang Yu, was dressed in a chic, simple suit that highlighted her slender figure. Her features were delicate and refined. She might not be the kind of beauty that could topple empires, but she was undeniably stunning. The only flaw was her aloof demeanor.

"Good day, how can I assist you?" Faang Yu's eyes lit up at the sight of them, as if spotting a stack of crisp, red bills. He sprang to life, stepping briskly from behind the counter to greet the pair with a radiant smile. After nearly a week since opening, his shop was finally drawing customers.

The old man appraised Faang Yu with a smile, his eyes conveying approval. "To be so young and already running your own business, that's impressive, young man!"

Caught off guard by the compliment, Faang Yu modestly responded, "You flatter me, sir! It's just a modest enterprise."

The old man chuckled, not dwelling on the subject, and instead inquired, "We're here to purchase some furniture. What can you recommend?"

"Furniture? Might I ask if you're celebrating a new home?" Faang Yu inquired.

"Indeed, I've recently moved and am in need of some furnishings," the old man replied with a smile, while the woman beside him remained silent and frosty.

"Well, you've certainly come to the right place!" Faang Yu beamed with sunny confidence.

"Really? And why is that?" The old man looked intrigued.

"Honestly, our furniture is not only affordable, but each piece is crafted with care. Take this porcelain bowl, for example," Faang Yu said, picking up a bowl adorned with blue and white patterns. "Beyond its fine craftsmanship, using it regularly for your meals can have health benefits."

"Charlatan!" the woman blurted out before the old man could respond. Her starry eyes flashed with scorn. To her, the mere suggestion that a simple porcelain bowl held such mystical properties was preposterous and shameless. Even if he was promoting his wares, this was surely not the way to go about it.

Despite his initial skepticism, the old man's eyes sparkled with intrigue when he laid eyes on the porcelain bowl in Faang Yu's grasp. Having lived over seventy years, he'd seen his fair share of porcelain—ordinary bowls and even century-old pieces from official kilns—but none matched the fine craftsmanship of Faang Yu's bowl.

A unique fragrance seemed to waft from the bowl, and for a moment, the old man felt a rejuvenating cleanse wash over him, as if he'd shed a few years. It was just a sensation, perhaps not as dramatic as it felt, but it certainly lent credibility to the young man's claims.

"Young man, may I examine this porcelain bowl?" he asked, concerned that age might have muddled his perception, and eager for a closer inspection.

"Absolutely, no problem at all!" Faang Yu replied, passing the bowl into the elder's hands.

The old man scrutinized the bowl as if it were a priceless artifact, his expression turning to one of surprise upon noticing the mark at the base: Celestial Home. He racked his brain—what porcelain manufacturer was this? He'd never heard of it, and the name carried an air of grandeur.

"Excuse me for asking, but this Celestial Home porcelain factory..." he began, somewhat sheepishly.

"It's my own factory," Faang Yu responded.

"Your own factory?" The old man's surprise was mirrored by the previously indifferent woman who now cast Faang Yu a second, more curious look. Establishing a porcelain factory was no small feat, requiring significant capital. How could this young man possess such wealth? Was he perhaps a scion of some wealthy family they'd never encountered? And yet, what scion of East Wind City would stoop to running a general store?

With a knowing smile, Faang Yu nodded. He had acquired these items through the System Shop—a factory in its own right, capable of producing anything and everything. The System Shop was Faang Yu's alone, making his claim to the Celestial Home all the more valid.

"You truly are a young man of remarkable talent!" the old man exclaimed, his admiration genuine.

"You flatter me, sir!" Faang Yu responded modestly.

"I'm curious, is everything in this establishment on par with this porcelain bowl I have?" the elder hinted with purpose.

Grasping the implication, Faang Yu flashed a self-assured grin. "Absolutely. Every item from our shop is a premium selection, guaranteed to be genuine and fair to all customers. Rest assured, sir, if you discover any item not matching its claimed origin, I will personally ensure a compensation of twice its value."