Provincial capital, City God Temple back street.
It was the weekend, and as one of the provincial capital's busiest commercial pedestrian streets, City God Temple back street was enjoying its best business of the week.
The quaint old street teemed with people, bustling shoulder to shoulder, many of them tourists.
Wang Chen carried a leather briefcase as he blended into the crowd.
An hour earlier, he had spent over ten thousand yuan at Yintai City, replacing his entire outfit with brand-new clothes. With a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses added in, his whole bearing and image had changed.
Halfway down City God Temple back street, Wang Chen turned into a nearby alley.
The alley was short, and beyond it lay another old street.
But this street had far fewer tourists and pedestrians. The shops along it sold not tourist souvenirs or local specialties, but antiques such as antique curios, calligraphy and paintings, and porcelain.
This was the provincial capital's renowned Antique Street, similar to Panjiayuan in the Capital City. It was said to even host regular ghost markets.
Wang Chen had come here once in his Previous Life. Not because he wanted to buy antiques, but simply to satisfy his curiosity with a stroll.
And today, he had naturally come to Make a Move on the batch of silver dollars he had excavated.
What Wang Chen planned to do next required some capital.
Since he was unfamiliar with the area, he simply entered an antique shop that looked decent.
The owner was a large, fat man sitting behind the counter drinking tea. Seeing Wang Chen enter, he got to his feet and asked with a smile, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Had Wang Chen still been dressed as before, the owner probably would not even have bothered to raise