The stall owner was a tall, skinny man. When he saw Gao Fei, the corners of his eyes crinkled into a smile as he familiarly came forward to greet him.
"Well, if it isn't Xiaofei. Bringing a friend to hunt for some treasures today?"
"Uncle Zhang, you got any good stuff?"
Gao Fei slapped the counter familiarly. "My brother here is in a hurry. He needs a Wingsuit with a Spiritual Energy Path. You got any in stock?"
"Yes, of course."
The stall owner, addressed as Uncle Zhang, answered and turned to drag a heavy canvas bag out from under the table.
SMACK!
The canvas bag was thrown heavily onto the counter, kicking up a nearly invisible cloud of dust.
Old Zhang straightened up, pinched out the cigarette butt hanging from his lips, and dusted off his hands. He then unhurriedly pulled open the bag's zipper.
Inside the bag, ten long, rectangular packages were neatly stacked.
