The small antique market was only ever this crowded on a few occasions, such as during certain exhibitions or when antique tomb-raiding themed TV series premiered.
The property staff at the antique market had never seen such a commotion and had to maintain order with nightsticks that hadn't been used in eight hundred years.
"Holy shit, what's going on here? Why are so many people suddenly showing up? Did someone find a treasure?"
Security guard Master Wang squeezed through the crowd, pushing his way in.
He saw that the crowd was gathered around an old man.
This old man was known to Master Wang; his surname was Zhang, and privately, everyone referred to him as Blindman Zhang.
Since the time Master Wang started working as a security guard at this antique market, this old man had been setting up his stall here without fail, year in and year out.
