The shopkeeper immediately nodded his head rapidly, sniffing constantly as if trying to catch the aroma of the cigarette.
"Go ahead, sir. What would you like to trade for? I'll also tell you any information I know."
Shen Feng nodded and scanned the shop, noticing it was filled with all sorts of miscellaneous junk, most of it dug up by miners from the ruins of various towns.
There was even a dilapidated motorcycle hanging on the wall, apparently used as a decoration.
Shen Feng's eyes lit up, and he asked:
"Can that motorcycle still run?"
The shopkeeper immediately put on the sleazy face of a profiteer and said:
"Sir, this is the most valuable item in my shop. Its worth far exceeds even a single, legendary cigarette..."
Firefly, who was standing beside him, immediately cut him off.
"Oh, come on. Isn't that the piece of junk I hauled back last year? It's completely useless. The wheels are busted."
