After being reborn, the school beauty's entire family knelt down to repent.

"Exactly, an underground shopping mall, who would go there?" A snack vendor held Chen Ming's flyer.

With a look of disgust, he wiped his hands with his greasy apron, his tone full of disdain.

"It's eerie and creepy, it sounds like a graveyard."

“That’s right,” another woman selling fried cakes chimed in.

"Could this Chen Ming be some kind of cult leader? Did he lure us down here, and then..."

She made a throat-slitting gesture, her face showing an exaggerated expression of terror.

"Hahaha..." The surrounding vendors burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

However, not everyone is so resistant.

A young clothing store owner named Li Yong looked at the flyer in his hand, his brows furrowed, lost in thought.

His clothing store business had been sluggish, with monthly income barely covering rent and employee salaries. He desperately needed a breakthrough to change the situation.

Chen Ming's suggestion to open an underground shopping mall, although it sounded somewhat like a fantasy,

It's unbelievable, even absurd, but it could also be an opportunity, a chance to change one's destiny.

"A 30% commission is a bit high," Li Yong thought to himself.

"But if we can really increase sales by 50%, even after deducting commissions, the profit will be much higher than it is now, so it's worth the gamble."

He continued to think, "Business is so bad right now, we're losing money every day. Even if we fail, it won't be any worse than it is now."

"Moreover," Li Yong suddenly realized a crucial point.

"Chen Ming promised to waive the rent for me to move in. Even if business is bad, I won't suffer any losses. At most, I'll just waste some time and energy."

Besides Li Yong, some other daring businessmen also decided to take the gamble.

After all, the temptation of rent-free accommodation was too great. Even if Chen Ming was exaggerating, they wouldn't lose anything; at most, they would just waste some time.

Even now, some people are still complaining and scoffing at the idea: "50%? He's got some nerve!"

She ran a small tailor shop, barely making ends meet, and was full of doubts about Chen Ming's promises.

"I, Chen Ming, keep my word!" Chen Ming raised his voice.

"I'm not only going to open a shop underground, but I'm also going to turn this place into the most bustling commercial street in the city! Everyone, want to take a gamble?"

"Take a gamble? With what?" asked a shop owner selling daily necessities.

"I'm betting your future!" Chen Ming declared passionately.

"I'll provide you with a platform, a platform that will make your business thrive! You only need to pay a 30% commission to get a 50% increase in sales. Isn't that worth the gamble?"

“But…” a toy shop owner hesitated, “what if you can’t do it?”

"If I fail to do so, I will compensate you for your losses double!" Chen Ming said firmly. "I, Chen Ming, mean what I say!"

Another commotion erupted in the crowd, this time even more intense than before.

Some people are tempted, some are still observing, and some remain skeptical.

A young girl walked up to Chen Ming and asked, "Can you really guarantee that our sales will increase by 50%?"

"I promise!" Chen Ming answered firmly.

“Okay, I’ll join!” the girl said readily.

Once the first person took the plunge, others began to waver.

"I'll join in too!"

"I'll try too!"

"Count me in!"

……

On the opening day, Chen Ming specially invited a lion dance team to perform energetically, with the lions leaping and tumbling, displaying their majestic power.

The deafening sounds of gongs and drums, and firecrackers echoed throughout the street, attracting many curious citizens to stop and watch.

When the auspicious time arrived, the gates of the underground market slowly opened.

Citizens flocked in, eager to see what this legendary underground shopping street was like.

The disco was packed, with energetic music and flashing lights.

It allowed people to completely unleash their passion, and the dance floor was packed with people dancing wildly.

The aroma of the snack street filled the air, with a dazzling array of delicious food that made one's mouth water.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, can you smell that aroma? It smells like something delicious." A simply dressed middle-aged man sniffed, his eyes darting around, searching for the source of the aroma.

"You bet! It smells amazing! It smells like grilled meat skewers. I wonder which shop makes it. Let's go check it out!"

The man called Lao Zhang also smelled the aroma, and his stomach immediately started rumbling. He quickly pulled his companion toward the direction from which the fragrance was coming.

"Wow, so much food! These grilled meat skewers look really good, boss, five skewers, please!"

"Give me a serving of stinky tofu, extra spicy!" a young man shouted impatiently.

"Mommy, I want to eat candied hawthorn!" A little girl pulled her mother's hand and pointed to a stall selling candied hawthorn.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you." Mom agreed with a smile, then turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Boss, give me a skewer of candied hawthorns."

The area was bustling with people, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and shouting filled the air, creating a lively and vibrant atmosphere.

Loud disco music blared from the loudspeakers of the clothing store, attracting the attention of young people.

Aunt Wang, the owner of the tailor shop, also came. She stood in front of a clothing store with flashing neon lights, the colorful lights dazzling her eyes.

The deafening disco music blasting from the store assaulted her eardrums and made her scalp tingle.

To her, the music sounded like a bunch of cats scratching at a blackboard—jarring and chaotic, and she couldn't understand the tastes of today's young people at all.

She muttered to herself, "What kind of rubbish is this?"

Curiosity drove her to see what exactly the store sold that attracted so many young people.

She tried her best to squeeze in, but the store was packed with people, like sardines in a can, with almost no room to stand.

Aunt Wang exerted a great deal of effort before she finally managed to squeeze into front of a shelf.

She saw several brightly colored shirts hanging there, their styles completely different from the old-fashioned Zhongshan suits she usually made.

The shirts were in outrageous colors, some as red as fire, others as green as grass, which dazzled her.

"What are all these things?" Aunt Wang wondered to herself.

She reached out and touched the fabric of a shirt; it felt thin and smooth, completely different from the thick cotton fabric she usually wore.

"Will this material keep you warm?" she couldn't help but frown.

Aunt Wang shook her head as she looked at them, thinking to herself, "Young people these days are getting more and more clueless. What kind of rubbish are they wearing?"

She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Young man, how much are these clothes?" trying to drown out the deafening music.

A young shop assistant, wearing bell-bottoms and with slicked-back hair, glanced at her impatiently.

He said, "Auntie, this is the most popular disco shirt, it's twenty yuan a piece!"

"Twenty yuan?" Aunt Wang gasped.