New York, Manhattan.
Ted, dressed in a jacket, turned into a cafe, walked towards a corner, and sat down opposite a black kid.
The black kid flashed him a smile, revealing two rows of white teeth, "Cola Cult Forever! Long live the Sect Hierarch!"
Ted replied, "Long live Master Martin!"
"I know you, you're the leader of a fan group." Once the code was confirmed, the black kid asked, "You can't get the merchandise either?"
"No choice, it's a total shortage on the North American market. I had several overseas clients who watched 'The Dark Knight' last weekend. They really liked the Joker and wanted to buy a handcrafted statue of the Joker but couldn't find any." For his job, Ted even gave his own statues to the clients.
The black kid exclaimed in admiration, "The Joker is too hot, the handcrafted statues are selling like crazy. It's hard to get the stock."
Ted asked bluntly, "Do you have any in stock?"
