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 ...