At the same time, Chen Yang was also paying attention to the shops on both sides of the street.
After walking for about three or four minutes, Chen Yang finally stopped in front of a small shop called "Old Shop Antiques."
He looked at the signboard to check the name and made sure it was right.
"This is the place."
Chen Yang took Wang Jingman's hand and stepped into the shop.
The shop wasn't big and looked a bit shabby. Because the building's structure was all wood, in this forest of steel and concrete that was the provincial capital, it stood out as particularly different.
But the inside of the shop was very clean, giving people a feeling of being ancient yet tidy.
Of course, that's exactly the kind of feeling an antique shop is supposed to have.
"Hello, sir, what can I get you?" As Chen Yang and Wang Jingman walked into the shop, a young clerk of about seventeen or eighteen quickly came up to them and主动询问两人.
From the look of him, he should be an apprentice here.
