Tong Su stared at the old green fabric, his excitement nodding, "Look at the color of this fabric, it's obviously from that era!"
Everyone understood what Tong Su meant by "that era."
In that era, wealthy landlords would be denounced, so some well-off families hid their valuable possessions.
Therefore, for those dealing in antiques, finding items hidden from that era surely meant they were treasures.
At this moment, another shop owner pondered, "During the Republican period, only a big household could use this kind of porcelain pillow, so whatever is hidden inside must be valuable!"
"Hurry up and open it, let's see what exactly is inside!" someone shouted.
But just then, Tang Chong yelled at the top of his lungs, "Wait, I'm not selling the porcelain cat anymore, I'll give you back the five thousand yuan!"
As he spoke, Tang Chong actually leapt over his stall and charged at Zhan Yun, trying to snatch the bundle of fabric from An'an's hands.