When Zhao Menfeng and Wang Ke arrived at the antique trading market, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. The antique trading market was still lively and even more bustling than the last day.
Now Wang Ke and Zhao Menfeng were not their original faces. After breakfast, they came to Zhao Menfeng's room. To Wang Ke's surprise, Zhao Menfeng took out wigs and various props from his suitcase to change the appearance.
After finishing their makeup, Wang Ke looked like a man of twenty-six or seven years old with a thick beard and a big mole on his left cheek. And his long hair was cut clean by Mr. Zhao. What he didn't expect was that Mr. Zhao's skill in shaving head was not bad. Wearing a cap on his bare forehead, he would never have been recognized unless he met someone that knew him ver
