By this time, it was nearing noon, yet the antique street was bustling with exceptional activity.
The stalls and pedestrians completely congested the entire street.
Tang Feng was very familiar with the area, knowing the names and owners of most shops.
The two reached a vacant space at the corner of the street.
A crowd had already formed there, with three layers inside and three outside, many of whom were appraisers from various antique shops.
Clearly, like them, everyone was there to hunt for bargains.
Tang Feng and Zhang Jicheng squeezed through the crowd and saw a stall in the middle.
There were two people sitting at the stall, an old man and a young one.
The elder was probably in his sixties with a severe hunchback, coughing violently from time to time.
The younger seemed to be in his twenties, with a fierce expression that screamed trouble.
In front of them, the stall was covered with various items: calligraphy, jade, porcelain, and many other miscellaneous artifacts.
