Afternoon on the glazed old street, several old brands' signboards hung high, their shop banners gently swaying in the breeze, enticing customers.
In front of the Jugu Pavilion's entrance, people came and went, occasionally a few tourists would stop, curiously looking at the antique treasures inside the shop.
At this moment, a yellow-green taxi slowly arrived, steadily stopping at the shop's entrance.
The car door opened, and Fang Cheng stepped out with an old-fashioned travel bag in hand.
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the gilded words on the plaque, somewhat faded yet still exuding an ancient charm.
Then he slightly nodded, muttering to himself, "This is the place."
Stepping into the shop, the entire store was dimly lit, the decor styled in an elegant antique manner.
Several yellowed lights hung from the carved wooden ceiling, casting light upon the shelves filled with antiques.
