The bustling streets.
Zheng Tianxiang's luxury car stopped by the roadside.
Zheng Ruhao, the first to get out of the car, hurriedly opened the door.
"Dad, I'll go in with you."
As he helped the frail Zheng Tianxiang out of the car, Zheng Ruhao expressed his concern.
"Never mind, you better not go in. It's too crowded and complicated inside; just wait for me in the car," he replied.
Zheng Tianxiang turned to look at Lin Fan behind him.
"Mr. Lin, the people are here. When we go up, I'll do the talking with them. Our antique business has its own secret code, and there are many taboos. Please, don't say a word; just follow my lead. Once this deal is done, I'll be sure to reward you," he said.
"Sure, I'll listen to you," Lin Fan replied.
Lin Fan didn't say much.
He was curious to see what this mysterious underworld was all about.
Thus, he followed Zheng Tianxiang in the elevator, heading upstairs.
This wasn't a restaurant but a tea house typical of the south.
