On the bustling street, many people had gathered in front of the "Time-honored antiques" shop, discussing among themselves. Of course, most of the people gathering here knew what kind of person Zhang Fugui was. Therefore, most of them were gloating over his misfortunes, which made Zhang Fugui, who had just stridden down the taxi, look extremely gloomy.
"Get out of the way. What are you all doing around here? Get out of my way."
Pushing the crowd aside, Zhang Fugui strode into the shop. When his gaze fell on the broken items in the room, he seemed as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. He was completely stunned.
Although the staff in the shop had already called him earlier on, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, so he still had an ounce of hope in him. However, now that he has
