[Xiao Xingchen only hears his companion's displeased response, and comes to the conclusion that the other party must have signaled no desire to answer. Lightly clearing his throat, he decides to ask as well, just to be sure.]

Pardon me, but what is the nature of this business?

[He receives as much of a response his friend did, the question hanging awkwardly. Though he can only guess the reason for their reticence, he turns his attention back to his friend for more answers, his expression a bit confused and embarrassed.]

I have my doubts about a business stall that doesn't advertise their wares... but what sort of objects do they appear to be selling?

[Knowing that the objects are laid out on blankets, he keeps his steps small and deliberate.]