The streets of Provincial City were quiet in the wee hours, only the street cleaners were busy at work. Few others were about.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the street lamps hadn't yet been turned off. Yan Fei, under Miss Xu Xiaoyan's 'severe torture,' finally managed to peddle his bicycle to the entrance of the antique market.
Despite it being early, the place was already bustling with activity.
When they had dinner with Xu Xiaoyan's two older sisters last night, the young lady had already asked about the antique market. She knew it opened very early, and customers came even at this hour. What they saw now was even livelier than they had imagined!
The two parked their bicycles, carrying their bag, and walked a full circle in the area for hawkers at the side gate. After a while, they finally found an empty spot in a quiet corner.
Opening the bag revealed pieces of 'scrap metal' so rusty they were unrecognisable.
