"Ah, spirit money! Yes! Of course, we have it!"
The old man composed himself, put on a fawning smile, and pointed to a wall cabinet.
"High-grade tin foil ingots are fifty copper coins a basket. A stack of Rebirth Spell Yellow Paper is twenty. If you want something more presentable..."
He turned, took a brocade box from a shrine, placed it on the counter, and said,
"This is a Gilded Western Receiving Bodhisattva Statue we just got from Su City. It comes as a set with an Offering Table and Banner, all for only ten silver coins. We'll even throw in eight paper-craft servant girls."
"Shopkeeper, that's not the kind of paper I'm looking for,"
Wang Xi said coolly.
The old man looked puzzled and asked,
"I wonder what kind of paper Young Master Wang is looking for?"
"Paper cuttings."
At these words, the old man's pupils shrank.
"We have paper cuttings, of course. Vests and Western suits, cheongsams and jackets, bagua lotuses, and..."
