Tang Feng was busy until past midnight, having appraised all the inventory in the warehouse by then.
Next, the only work left was to arrange these antiques on the counters.
As a senior appraiser, why would he do these trivial tasks? He decided to leave them for Ge Hui to do tomorrow.
After washing his hands and checking the counters and safes to confirm that the doors were all locked, he finally stepped outside the shop.
Just as he was about to get in his car, suddenly, two men in black suits emerged from the darkness.
"Are you Tang Feng?" asked one of the men, who was slightly shorter.
This man had a pair of inverted triangular eyes that weren't large but gleamed with ferocity.
"Yeah, are you fans of mine, too? Need an autograph?" Tang Feng had encountered all sorts of bizarre fans today and thought these two might be fans as well.
