Chương 1092: Obsidian

Zhao Qi did not waste her money traveling. She soon recognized that it was a shop dealing in antique articles. Just glancing at it at random, she could see that there were ancient utensils from all over the world in this shop. Of course, they were all imitations. If they were genuine goods, they could not be displayed casually, even without someone to look after them. Were they really not afraid that someone would come in quietly and pick up a few pieces?

However, the ordinary thief would really not be tempted by these things. After all, it was hard to change it to cash, and even if they stole it, it would be wasted in their hands. It was better to steal a few Apple phones and to disassemble them and sell the parts.

Just then, a figure shook behind the screen deep in the shop, and a thin old man came out with a feather duster in his hand. He had pressed a button somewhere, and all the lights in the shop switched on.