In the next few days, the business in the store became more and more prosperous, as if the prosperity of the entire city had gathered at the door of this small store.

The sun shines through the crack in the door, casting mottled light and shadows on the busy figures. The furnishings in the store are arranged in an orderly manner, and the variety of goods is dazzling.

There was a crowd of people at the door, with customers stopping to choose products or chatting and bargaining. The shop assistants had warm smiles on their faces, and they skillfully recommended products to customers and answered their questions.

Occasionally, a burst of cheerful laughter could be heard from the store, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to this busy market.

Pedestrians on the street were also attracted by the lively scene. They stopped to watch and looked curiously at this booming shop.

For a time, this store seemed to have become a beautiful landscape in the city, attracting countless people's attention.

Whether it was citizens from far away or nearby neighbors, they were all attracted by the lively scene and set foot in this prosperous place.

People from far away, some walking, some riding bicycles, and some even riding in horse-drawn carriages, came all the way here just to take a look at this store.

The nearby neighbors have become regular visitors here, sometimes coming to join in the fun and experience this rare hustle and bustle.

In front of the store, people were either in groups of three or five or alone, but everyone's face was full of curiosity and excitement. They gathered around, talked, and occasionally made sounds of amazement and praise.

The whole street seemed to be infected by the bustle of this store, full of vitality and vigor.

Suddenly, a person came in with her face covered. She was wearing a gray robe and staggering, as if she had experienced something unfortunate. Her face was covered with acne and bleeding from allergies, which was shocking and attracted the attention of everyone in the store.

Her hands were shaking and her eyes were blurry, as if she was looking for something. The clerk saw her and immediately came over and asked with concern, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

The man did not answer, but continued to wander around the store, sometimes looking down in thought, sometimes looking up. His figure shuttled through the store like a ghost, adding a bit of weirdness and uneasiness to this bustling market.

People around began to whisper, speculating about this man's identity and experience.

Some people speculated that he was robbed, while others speculated that he was injured in a fight. But no matter what the truth is, this sudden change makes people feel palpitations.

Suddenly, the person stopped and her trembling voice broke the noise in the store, "No... I just used something from your place." She raised her head, her bloodshot eyes staring at the clerk, her hands tightly grasping the corner of the gray robe, as if trying to find some evidence from it.

The clerk was stunned for a moment, then quickly recalled in his mind, trying to find out what the customer might have bought before. The surrounding customers were also attracted by this sudden situation and gathered around.

"You mean, you became like this after using our product?" the clerk asked cautiously, fearing to upset the already emotionally unstable customer.

The man reached out his hand tremblingly and took out a shabby little box from his bosom. The box was covered with blood and stains, which looked extremely shocking. She held the box tightly and said in a choked voice, "This is it. I bought it in your store."

The clerk took the box and a strange smell hit his nose, making him frown. He looked at the small box carefully, trying to find some clues from it. The customers around him also came forward curiously and talked about it.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "This is not a product in our store!"

The clerk looked up and exchanged glances with the surprised customer, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He carefully examined the small box again and finally found a clue - there was no logo of their store on the bottom of the box.

Everyone around stopped, and the originally noisy shop suddenly became silent. People's eyes were focused on the shabby little box, with expressions of doubt on their faces.

The box in the clerk's hand seemed like a hot potato. He placed it carefully on the counter to avoid touching the shocking bloodstains.

The sun shone in from the door, casting a shadow on the small box. The surface of the box was covered with stains and scratches, and it looked extremely old.

There was an indescribable strange smell in the air that made people feel nauseous.

The injured customer still stood there, his hands tightly grasping the corners of his robe, his body trembling slightly.

Her eyes were fixed on the box, tears welling up in her eyes as if they would burst out at any moment.

She raised her head abruptly, staring at the clerk with bloodshot eyes, and said in a trembling but firm voice, "I spent two months' wages to buy this, and now it's in this state!"

As she spoke, she pointed with a trembling finger at the small box on the counter, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

The customers around her gasped, some looked at her sympathetically, while others whispered and talked among themselves.

The store suddenly fell into deathly silence, as if even the air had frozen.

The originally bustling sounds of the market disappeared at this moment, leaving only the trembling breathing of the injured customer echoing in the air.

The clerk stood there in a daze. The small box in his hand seemed to become unusually heavy. He was unable to look away and could only stare at the shabby box covered in blood and stains.

The customers around also stopped what they were doing. Some were stunned, some showed horrified expressions, and some quietly backed away, fearing that they would be caught up in this sudden commotion.

Pearl was counting the inventory in the back when she heard the commotion around her. Her heart tightened and she thought to herself: Could something have happened in the store again?

She quickly put down her work and walked towards the place where the crowd was gathered. She saw that the place was full of people, all of whom were whispering and talking.

She looked through the gaps in the crowd and saw the injured customer and the worn and bloodstained little box in her hand.

Pearl's heart sank suddenly, she felt that something seemed to be wrong. She took a deep breath, tried to calm her nervous emotions, and then squeezed into the crowd.

At this moment, quite a few people have gathered around.

Pearl walked quickly to the injured customer, a concerned look on her face, and asked softly, "Hello, is there anything you can tell me? I am the owner of this store. If your injury is caused by our products, I will definitely take full responsibility."

The injured customer slowly turned her gaze to Pearl, her bloodshot eyes filled with anger and disappointment. She stretched out her trembling hand and handed the small box to Pearl, her voice hoarse and trembling, "Look at this, I bought this in your store."

Pearl took the box and a unpleasant smell hit her nose, and she couldn't help but frown.

She looked at the small box carefully and saw that it was covered with blood and stains, which looked extremely shocking.

Pearl's brows were furrowed as she slid her fingers lightly across the surface of the small box, feeling the rough texture and uneven scratches.

Her eyes roamed up and down the box, trying to find any familiar markings or patterns.

However, apart from the shocking bloodstains and stains, she did not find any clues related to the products in the store.

She raised her head, looked at the injured customer with a firm and calm gaze, and said in a clear and powerful voice, "Miss, this is not ours at all."

Upon hearing this, the customers around showed surprised expressions, some whispered, and some looked as if they had suddenly realized something.

The injured customer obviously didn't expect such an answer. She froze in place, her eyes wide open, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

The air around them seemed to freeze, leaving only a dead silence. The injured customer stood there in a daze, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a word.

"How is it possible..." She finally managed to squeeze out a few words, her voice trembling and weak. Her hands tightly grasped the small box, as if she wanted to crush it.

When Pearl saw this, she couldn't help but feel sympathy.

She knew that regardless of whether the small box was a product of the store, the customer had already suffered great harm and loss.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound softer, "Miss, please believe me."

The injured customer seemed to be angered by Pearl's words. She raised her head abruptly, staring at Pearl with flaming eyes, and said in a sharp and harsh voice, "What evidence do you have for saying this? How can you say that this is not yours?"

Pearl did not back down. She remained calm and firm, reached out from under the counter and took out an exquisite wooden box, gently opened it, and inside were several small boxes similar to the ones in the injured customer's hand.

She picked up one of them and showed it to everyone, "This is the product sold in our store. Each one has our unique mark and anti-counterfeiting logo. You can see that the one in your hand is very different from our product."

The customers around came closer and looked curiously at the small box in Pearl's hand and the tattered box in the injured customer's hand.

Sure enough, just as Pearl said, the bottom of each exquisite little box was engraved with an exquisite number and a lifelike flower pattern, while the bottom of the shabby box was empty and had no marks.

Pearl gently put down the box in her hand and looked at the injured customer with a firm and sympathetic gaze, "Miss, you can see that each of our products has a unique number and flower pattern. This is to prevent counterfeiting and ensure product quality. And the box in your hand has no mark on the bottom, which is enough to prove that it is not from our store."

Tears rolled down the woman's face like beads from a broken string. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to hold back her tears, but her shoulders shook uncontrollably. Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Pearl's heart sank. She walked forward and gently patted the woman's shoulder. Her voice was gentle but firm, "Miss, I know you are very sad now. How about this? You also like our products. We will pay for your face-check this time and give you a genuine product as a gift."

Pearl looked up and scanned the customers, with a look of determination and resoluteness on her face. She took a deep breath and said in a clear and powerful voice, "Everyone, thank you for your attention and support. Regarding what happened just now, I want to give you a clear answer. Each product in our store has a unique mark and anti-counterfeiting mark, which is to ensure the quality of the product and the rights of consumers. Please pay attention to these marks when purchasing to ensure that you buy authentic products."

She paused and continued, "At the same time, I also understand everyone's love and expectations for the product. Here, I have good news for everyone. Starting the day after tomorrow, our supply will be sufficient, and you no longer need to worry about not being able to buy your favorite products. I hope everyone can buy from regular channels to avoid unnecessary trouble and losses."

As Pearl finished her words, the customers around her began to applaud, and the applause was warm and long.

A middle-aged man stood up in the crowd. He was tall and strong, with a kind face. He was obviously a regular here. He clapped his hands and said loudly, "Boss, you are so generous! We have always believed in the products in your store. This incident also proves your integrity and professionalism. I will definitely come early to line up the next day, hoping to buy the one I have been longing for."

People around echoed and expressed their support and trust. The atmosphere reached a climax at this moment, with applause and cheers coming one after another, as if the whole store was surrounded by an atmosphere of joy and expectation.

Pearl smiled and nodded in thanks.

She turned back to the counter and began busily organizing the goods.

The surrounding customers also dispersed and continued to choose their favorite products.

As night fell, the lights in the store were soft and warm. Pearl and the shop assistants sat around a small table, on which were placed several plates of steaming food and several cups of fragrant tea. After a busy day, this was their rare leisure time.

"Today's events are all thanks to Pearl." A young clerk sighed. There was still some fatigue on her face, but her eyes were shining with admiration.

Pearl smiled slightly and shook her head, "It is the result of our joint efforts. Without everyone's support and cooperation, I can't cope with it alone."

Another clerk said, "Yes, Pearl is not only decisive in handling the matter, but also very careful and patient with customers. Today's injured customer, if Pearl had not come forward to explain and comfort in time, I am afraid the matter would have been even bigger."

"Okay, the next step is to rely on everyone's joint efforts, step by step, come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

Since everyone is about the same age, there aren’t many rules after closing and we all call each other by our first names.