Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

Xu Damao patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder and consoled him, "Don't worry, as long as you display our treasures well, it will surely arouse everyone's interest. Our antiques and handicrafts are all of unique value."

Wang Qiang took a deep breath and nodded. He knew that Xu Damao was right, but he still couldn't suppress his nervousness and anticipation. The two loaded the prepared goods into the car and drove to the market. On the way, various possible scenarios emerged in Wang Qiang's mind from time to time, and his heart was filled with longing and anxiety for the future.

When they arrived at the market, it was already early in the morning. The market was bustling with stalls of all kinds, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining could be heard one after another. Wang Qiang and Xu Damao quickly arranged the goods and set up the stall. Although everything was well prepared, Wang Qiang still couldn't hide his anxiety. He couldn't help but recall the scene when he first opened a store, and the strangeness and uneasiness seemed to reappear at this moment.

"Qiangzi, don't be nervous, everything will be fine." Xu Damao noticed Wang Qiang's mood and comforted him, "Let's do a few deals first. When more people come, there will definitely be customers coming."

Wang Qiang smiled and nodded. Although he was still a little nervous, he knew that Xu Damao's encouragement meant a lot to him. So he tried to relax himself and began to greet passers-by and introduce the products on the stall.

The market was crowded with people, and every customer Wang Qiang met looked so different. Some were young people full of curiosity, some were middle-aged people who came with their families, and some were elderly people who were focused on choosing. He carefully introduced each product and told the story behind each one, striving to make customers feel his love and expertise for these antiques.

As time went by, some customers began to appear at Wang Qiang's stall, and some even showed great interest in his products. Wang Qiang's inner tension gradually eased, replaced by a growing sense of confidence and satisfaction. He saw customers carefully selecting products and heard their praises, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Xu Damao was busy on the side. He was good at communicating with customers and could always find points that satisfied customers. He would come to help Wang Qiang deal with some affairs from time to time to ensure that everything on the stall ran smoothly. The tacit cooperation between the two gradually attracted more and more customers to their stall.

Suddenly, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked up to Wang Qiang's booth. He looked through each item carefully with a focused expression. Wang Qiang felt nervous. This customer's attire was obviously not simple. He might be a collector with a certain appreciation for antiques.

"Hello, sir. These are antiques that we carefully selected. Each one has its own unique story." Wang Qiang introduced them in a calm tone.

The middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at Wang Qiang gently, then asked seriously: "Can you tell me in detail the origin and background of these antiques? I am very interested in these historical stories."

Wang Qiang's heartbeat quickened, but he remained calm and explained in detail the origins and history of several antiques. The man was fascinated and nodded his approval from time to time. Wang Qiang felt the man's love for these antiques, and it also strengthened his confidence in this career.

Xu Damao was watching quietly from the side. Seeing Wang Qiang being so confident in dealing with the customer, he was happy for his friend. Amid the hustle and bustle of the market, Wang Qiang and Xu Damao were both working hard for their dreams. They knew that this was just the beginning and that the road ahead was still long, but they had already taken a firm step on this road.

Time passed by bit by bit, and Wang Qiang and Xu Damao's stalls had already received many orders. Despite being busy, Wang Qiang gradually showed a satisfied smile on his face. He felt that the interaction and communication between him and the customers seemed to be constantly verifying his efforts and dedication. He knew that this business needed constant polishing and improvement, but as long as he maintained his passion and persistence, he would surely be successful.

As the excitement of the market gradually faded, Wang Qiang and Xu Damao's stalls also began to enter a relatively quiet state. Wang Qiang's mood became more relaxed as business gradually improved, but the hunger in his stomach became more and more obvious. He scanned the stalls in the market, looking for food to fill his empty stomach.

"Xu Damao, I'm going to buy some buns over there and let you have a rest. Watch the stall and make sure it doesn't lose customers." Wang Qiang said, raising his hand and pointing to a corner of the market, where a long queue had already formed at the bun stall.

Xu Damao took a look and smiled: "Okay, Qiangzi. Remember to buy some of the flavors we like, don't choose the wrong one."

Wang Qiang nodded, feeling warm in his heart. Xu Damao was not only his friend, but also a capable assistant in his career. Although the busyness during this period made them both feel exhausted, Wang Qiang felt that everything was worth it with the support of this tacit understanding and friendship.

He walked along the small path of the market, through the bustling crowd. The roadside stalls were filled with all kinds of delicious food, and the aroma was fragrant. The line in front of the bun stall was not long, but Wang Qiang still felt a little impatient. He thought in his mind that he hoped to buy buns quickly so that Xu Damao could taste the delicious food when he returned.

Standing in the queue, Wang Qiang waited patiently. Although the surrounding environment was noisy, he was already used to the hustle and bustle of the market. Looking at the customers in line, some of them were playing with their phones, some were chatting and joking, but Wang Qiang's thoughts involuntarily returned to the stall just now. He was excited and nervous, worried about whether more customers would come next and whether the business would continue to maintain its good momentum.

Finally it was Wang Qiang's turn. He walked up to the stall and looked at the steaming buns. His eyes lit up. The stall owner was a middle-aged woman with a smile on her face. She looked very enthusiastic. Wang Qiang asked politely, "Auntie, please give me a basket of meat buns and a basket of vegetarian buns. We are so busy and hungry."

The middle-aged woman responded gently, "Young man, these buns are fresh out of the pot and are still hot. We have both of the two you want. Wait a moment and I'll make them for you."

Wang Qiang thanked them gratefully and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The heat from the steamed bun stall made him feel comfortable, as if at this moment, all his fatigue and stress were temporarily dispelled. While waiting, he looked at the surrounding scene. The hustle and bustle of the market and the laughter of the crowd seemed to remind him how precious this experience was.