Up ahead, a large crowd of people of every skin color gathered.
Since An Nuonuo was curious, Jiang Xu led her over to take a look.
It was a rather large stall.
Three men with black hair and yellow skin were peddling their wares there.
"Come take a look, all fine items, all ZS-sourced straight from Dragon Country."
"Many antiques here, several hundreds, even thousands of years old."
"Affordable prices, buying is earning."
...
An Nuonuo watched in shock as she said to Jiang Xu, "Brother Xu, can they really do this?"
Jiang Xu's expression darkened, "As long as there's profit to be had, some people will do anything."
He stared at the antiques on the stall.
Unsure how many were authentic, how many fake.
But anyway, since he had seen them, he couldn't just pretend he hadn't.
He said to An Nuonuo, "Don't speak when the time comes, I'll handle it."
Then he crouched down, casually picked up a silver bowl, and in standard English asked, "Are these all real?"