Mr. Stark

After getting dressed, Jiang Hao drove to Chinatown in Lower Manhattan at the southern tip of New York.

Chinatown truly was everywhere. According to statistics, there were over eighty sizable Chinatowns across more than forty countries on five continents worldwide. As for the smaller Chinese communities that did not qualify as sizable, who knew how many there were?

It could be said that Chinese people were spread across every corner of the world.

Chinese people were an ethnic group deeply attached to home, in every respect. They regarded China as their eternal root, yet they were also a people bold enough to venture forth, which was why they had spread across the world.

And so there was the film The Wandering Earth.

That film profoundly captured this trait of Chinese people, both attached to home and daring to explore. They took the Earth with them as they ran. Ha ha.

Chinatown had every kind of shop, even more complete than those back in China at the time. Jiang Hao entered a Magic Artifacts shop and swept his gaze around. The selection was quite comprehensive: Magic artifacts, ritual robes, seals, seal stamps, command plaques, talismans, spirit talismans, for both Buddhist monks and Daoist priests.

"What would you like, sir?" the shopkeeper asked in English.

"Two reams of yellow paper, a set of Wolf Hair Brushes, half a pound of cinnabar, and an inkstone," Jiang Hao said.

The shopkeeper looked at the foreigner in surprise. Foreigners coming in to buy ornaments was normal enough, but buying these things was certainly strange. "No problem, sir."

The items were soon prepared. Jiang Hao paid and left.

Having bought everything, he did not return immediately. Instead, he wandered around Chinatown some more and entered a tea shop. There were quite a few fine teas, many