Chapter 122 - Chapter 122: Chapter 120: Mr. Lin Takes Action, This is the Real Scam! (Please Subscribe) (1/2)

Chapter 122: Chapter 120: Mr. Lin Takes Action, This is the Real Scam! (Please Subscribe)

Anling City, East Street.

This was an Antique Street, where architecture oozed with ancient charm. With its orderly scattered green bricks and black tiles, carved beams and painted rafters, this place differed from the modern hustle and bustle, leaning closer to the style of the Republican period.

In the alleyways, there were quaint and elegant antique shops.

On both sides of the street, stands of various sizes were set up, arrayed with a dazzling range of items: porcelain, jade, paintings, and coins were all available. The vendors, dressed in traditional attire, either held pipes or gently waved folding fans, haggling with customers tinkering with antiques.

The little landlady had changed back into a loose white T-shirt and denim shorts, holding Lin Chuan’s hand, they arrived at East Street.

“Old Zhang, Aunt Liu.”

From a distance, they saw Old Zhang and Liu Qing. The little landlady waved to greet them.

On the way here, Lin Chuan had already psychologically prepped the little landlady, and the moment to test their acting skills was upon them.

Fortunately, with the advantage of surprise on their side, their chances of success were ninety-eight percent.

Liu Qing wore an elegant cheongsam and warmly walked over to the little landlady. Holding her hand, she walked inside while smiling, “Zhang, you’ve become even prettier in just a few days.”

The little landlady, with her acting on point, returned a smile, “Aunt Liu, you look so dignified in that cheongsam.”

“Such sweet talk.”

Liu Qing said with a blossoming smile.

She did indeed have a good figure. At the age of thirty-seven or thirty-eight, there was no noticeable fat on her stomach, her skin was white and firm, and the whole person exuded an air of quiet elegance in the cheongsam.

Clearly,

Old Zhang was absolutely helpless against Liu Qing.

The group entered East Street.

Lin Chuan had visited many an antique street in the virtual world. Anling’s Antique Street was relatively scattered, and East Street was the biggest one.

Lin Chuan also took an interested glance at the street-side stands.

“Little Lin, those stands outside mostly belong to second-hand dealers, most of them are ‘new imitations,’ and the rest are just regular goods,”

Liu Qing turned and explained to Old Zhang and Lin Chuan.

New imitations referred to pieces that had been recently manufactured to look old.

Regular goods were works produced in bulk by artists or crafters to meet market demand.

Lin Chuan grinned and said like an innocent ‘Bai,’ “I’ve read some antique novels where the protagonist picks up a missed treasure at a small stand and then becomes incredibly successful overnight.”

“A novel is not reality; to really find good pieces, you need special channels,”

Liu Qing laughed.

In her heart, she reconfirmed ‘Lin Chuan = antique novice.’

Afterward, Liu Qing led Lin Chuan and the others through the various antique stands and into an alley, into an antique shop named ‘Ancient.’

“Boss Liu, Boss Zhang, your visit brings light to my humble establishment,”

The slightly plump owner of Ancient greeted them warmly as he saw Liu Qing and Zhang De, wearing a traditional Chinese long gown and cloth shoes, he came up to them with a smile and a bow.

Old Zhang also returned the gesture with a bow, smiling, “Boss Gu, your business is thriving.”

“All thanks to Boss Zhang and Boss Liu’s support,”