"Hey young man, want to stay the night, eighty bucks."
"Ten yuan to fill your stomach, fifteen yuan for a good meal, young man what do you want to eat."
"Want a three-thousand-year-old cell phone? Guaranteed genuine, comes with a charger."
"Handsome, where are you going? Want to go to the cultural capital? We're short one person."
"Get on, get on, last three seats, hurry to the heavenly pit!"
As soon as he walked out of Saturn's Starship Aviation Center, many local vendors approached, shouting and asking.
Lu Lin felt like he was back six years ago, just like when he first came here heading to Blue Star.
All these years, nothing has changed, with this earthly hustle and bustle.
He declined the overweight lady, waved off the sunglass-wearing motorist still driving a fuel car, and finally squeezed through the crowd.
"Lu Lin, Lu Lin!"
At that moment, several loud shouts caught Lu Lin's attention.
