Ye Xuan carefully observed his bracelet. It should be a bunch of Starry Bodhi that was worth at least a million yuan.
The third shopkeeper was wearing the same Tang suit as Elder Lin, but the color he chose was black, making him look much more low-key.
He gently opened a folding fan, revealing the slightly yellow surface inside. Although he could not see the exact pattern clearly, judging from the smoothness of the pen and lines, it was definitely the proud work of a master.
Although the fourth shopkeeper was at the back, he was the most eye-catching. His bald head was shining.
His clothes were also exceptionally different.
The other shopkeepers were either wearing long gowns or Chinese clothes.
Only this bald shopkeeper was wearing clothes from international brands. The golden Rolex in his hand shone with a different light.
He did not look like the head shopkeeper of an antique shop at all. He looked completely like a nouveau riche.