Jiang Zuo examined the iron pieces one by one. Without turning his head, he said, "What do you call this? Something you dug up? This isn't a legitimate antique shop, is it?"
The woman's brow furrowed. "Hey, young man, you can't just say things like that. My shop is perfectly legitimate, unlike some people."
As she said that last part, the woman glanced at the big man beside her.
The big man said in a cold voice, "What's that supposed to mean, kid?"
Jiang Zuo turned to face the big man. "I want to ask you something. Where did you dig this stuff up?"
Jiang Zuo held up one of the iron pieces to the big man.
The iron piece was about the size of a coin. At first, Jiang Zuo had only meant to see how it felt in his hand, but he was stunned when he took a closer look.
'This isn't an iron piece at all. Or rather, this is no ordinary object.'
That was why he was so eager to know where on earth it had come from.
"Are you buying? If not, don't ask."
