"Er!" Zachary stopped and looked at the old man in the Tang suit. "Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Young man, can I have a look at the wooden box in your hand?" asked the old man in the Tang suit.
Zachary's heart skipped a beat. "Someone recognized the Phoebe zhennan," he said apologetically. "I'm sorry, sir. I have something else to do."
"Little brother, I am Song Yiqing, president of the Ludington City Antique Association. I have some experience in playing. If you need any appraisal, you can come to me." The old man did not force Zachary to stay. He took out a business card and handed it over.
"Thank you, Mr. Song." Zachary nodded, took the business card and was about to leave.
But at this moment, there was a loud shout, "Stop!"
Zachary turned his head and
