Zhang Heng remained unbothered by the old man's reaction. When he opened the shotgun's barrel, he found out that there were no bullets in it. So, he returned the shotgun to the old man. After that, he picked up the things he placed on the ground earlier and followed the old man into his shop.
"Where do I put these?"
"Well, you place them anywhere you like. I'll clean it up later." The old man's attitude seemed to have improved a lot after Zhang Heng pointed at him with his shotgun.
So, Zhang Heng put the pile of old things on the table and started to look around. The House of Old Objects was a concentration camp of paraphanelia from the past century. The goods here were ancient, with old routers, old teapots, stamps, commemorative coins, and even a cooker hood. Among all those old things, the items that filled up the shop were books. There were all kinds of books and old newspapers and each one was carefully preserved.
