"Porcelain from the Qianlong era, come take a look!"
"Inkstones from the Ming Dynasty, going cheap!"
"Paintings by Tang Bohu, a real bargain if you buy one!"
Stall owners continuously called out.
Hearing these calls, Shen Dong felt somewhat amused.
If they really had such items, they wouldn't need to shout to attract buyers.
But after giving it some thought, he realized there was nothing wrong with the hawkers' cries.
They hadn't said the items were genuine, so it was perfectly fine.
If someone got fooled, it would only mean the person was a fool; no one else to blame.
There might still be some good items among the stalls, so Shen Dong went from one to another, looking carefully.
When he saw an antique, the basic information about the piece would appear in his mind.
After visiting most of the stalls, he hadn't found a single genuine article.
At the last stall, his eyes lit up when he saw one particular item.
Finally, there was something worthwhile—a certain inkstone.
