He quickly found stall number 76. It was a place selling counterfeit brand-name clothing and had a fair number of customers; among the stalls in this area, its business was quite thriving. What surprised Dean was that both the stall owner and his assistants were Chinese. The occasional curses that slipped out during haggling sounded like they were from China's coastal regions. Dean could only sigh at this; wherever there was money to be made, legal or not, there were always compatriots from back home.
Following the flow of people, Dean browsed and picked. By the time he emerged, he was wearing a set of high-quality counterfeit brand-name clothes that showed no obvious signs of being fake. The price was incredible—only one-tenth of the original. But in terms of quality, Dean felt it was much better than the clothes he had originally worn, which had cost thousands of US dollars. No wonder the business was so good.
