In the entrance to the mountain hollow, luxury cars converged, clearly attended by the wealthy and influential—all of them rich people.
Lin Tian got out of the car with Qian Xiaohui and walked towards the entrance of the village.
As they reached the hollow, more people appeared.
Many had just arrived, all dressed in fine clothes and designer labels, especially the ladies, who were decked out in pearls and jewels.
In those days, anyone who could afford to collect antiques was worth millions.
However, Lin Tian was dressed in casual wear, making him look somewhat shabby among the others.
At that moment, Qian Xiaohui noticed Lin Tian's attire, glanced at him but said nothing, silently leading the way.
In the middle of the hollow, there was an antiquated gate with eaves, guarded by tall young men in suits and sunglasses.
This was the sole entrance into Antique House.
"Wait!"
Just as Lin Tian and Qian Xiaohui were about to enter through the gate, a cold voice called out.
