East Street is a special place. Everyone in Nanjing City knows that it is a mixed bag and belongs to the area that is not in charge.

For some reasons, the Japanese also gave up part of the control rights in this area. Apart from the superficial maintenance of public order, there was actually not much military police force invested in the case.

It can even be said that the police on East Street are just decorations. They dare not stop the thief when they see something, for fear that the thief will take out a knife or a gun on the way and take their lives.

After Li Feng entered East Street, the rickshaw did not dare to run forward any further. After giving the money, the fat man walked in swaggeringly and found that the place was indeed different.

There is no difference between the surrounding houses and houses in other places. They are all two or three floors, and even taller.

The only difference is that there are many street stall vendors, but there are not many merchants who rent houses and open doors.

Half of the people sell antiques, the remaining half sells everything, and even sells weapons. Of course, the ones on the table are all cold weapons, so buying hot weapons may require communication.

When the little fat man thought of this, he knew very well why Gu Jing had to change his clothes before he said that he had to wear the eye-catching Eighth Route Army uniform before, he would probably be the most beautiful guy in the whole body.

Now that I have changed into ordinary clothes, there are indeed not many people paying attention to him, and I only regard him as an ordinary person in the martial arts world.

I thought no one dared to do this place on East Street, but as soon as I came here, I heard gunshots and found someone chasing someone on the street.

Some people were holding knives, some people were holding guns, and the blood was flowing on the ground, which was particularly dazzling.

After a closer look, I found that there were many black marks on the ground. It seemed that many people had bleeding here before, or that some bleeding incidents often occurred here.

"Damn it, I said why don't the rickshaw driver dare to run here? It turns out that this is the most dangerous place in Nanjing!"

Although it was not so good for the Japanese to take over Nanjing, there were some ancestors in other places that did not dare to swagger in some people, but this place was different. The military police and the police were just decorations, so they dared to cause bloodshed so unscrupulously.

However, seeing the movements of some vendors pulling their street stalls just now, Li Feng knew that these people had become accustomed to and even their movements became extremely smooth. It seems that this is not the first time they have experienced such a thing.

Especially the antique seller opposite, there was a blanket in front of him, with many jars and jars on it, and even some copper tripods and bronze lords. After hearing the gunshots, they were not harmful. They were afraid that they would pull the blanket back three feet away, and then the person stepped back a little and continued to calmly ate melon seeds and wait for the guests to come to the door.

Antiques are not easy to get involved in these days, especially for some people who know chemistry. They know how to fake it. Therefore, there are many antiques on the market that are fake, and ordinary people can't tell it at all.

At this time, the little fat man suddenly saw a man squatting in front of a street vendor excitedly. He seemed to have fallen in love with the bronze wine glass in his hand. The little fat man looked at the guy happily, and then smiled:

"What are you doing again, this old charlatan? You can't really see something good, right?"

That's right, the person who was talking to the stall owner in front of the street stall was the old charlatan, and he was holding two bronze wine glasses in his hand. However, Li Feng was 80% sure that he was not trying to buy the wine glasses in his hand, but wanted to buy other things, but just wanted to use this trick to hide it from the stall owner's eyes.

Sure enough, within a short while, we saw the two happily traded a bronze wine glass with a black substance the size of a fist. It looked bumpy and not flat. I don’t know what it was.

The old charlatan turned a few alleys, then threw the bronze wine glass in his hand on the roof, and then stuffed the black thing into the bag. It seemed that it was indeed a good thing.

Li Feng also saw Ma Laosan, Eagle and others. They nodded at Li Feng, and then scattered around and went to do their own things.

The little fat man likes antiques very much, and the Prince of the Japanese invited him to visit their house. This time, he didn't give him a little bit of the Kuomintang-controlled area.

I didn't say anything, if I didn't come to dozens of fake antiques, Li Feng would be sorry, so he took the risk to Dongda Street this time.

After looking in front of a vendor for a long time, the stall owner was so angry that the other party asked impatiently:

"You've almost read all the things here and got started. Should you buy them or not?"

The little fat man looked at the bronze tripod in his hand carefully. This thing is no different from the incense burner at home. Li Feng had never seen such a small green copper rust on the bronze base, which was also fake, but he liked fake things.

"I said I can't see the boss!"

The boss's expression changed when he heard this, because when an insider heard that he couldn't see what he said, he knew that the other party was also an expert.

"I said this master is all businessmen, so don't spend time with me!"

It was obvious that most of the things on the stall owner were fake, and he knew that Li Feng had seen it, so he asked Li Feng to leave here and asked him to abide by the industry's unspoken rules and not to say it casually.

I smiled faintly, then put down the small bronze tripod in my hand and said to the stall owner in front of me:

"Give me a set of things like this, and the price has to be discussed?"

When I heard Li Feng say this, the stall owner's face looked a little strange, thinking that you can see that this is fake, why do you still have to buy it? Are you stupid?

"Master, you are..."

"Hehe, boss, don't worry about so much, just say whether to sell it or not!"

"Sell, you are the uncle. Of course, I have to pay tribute to my business. The price is easy to negotiate. I don't make money from you, and the cost price is given to you!"

"Okay, you can prepare such a set of things first. I'll come and get them in the afternoon!"

"Good Master!"

A fat man paid the deposit and left, and the stall owner looked at Li Feng strangely, muttering constantly:

"Now people like fakes these days. Can't they think about cheating people?"

After a while, the Japanese agent also walked over while Li Feng left. The princess thought that she had come again. Who knew that the other party was here to ask what the fat man said just now, which made the stall owner very angry. He thought that the insider was not mixed, so he didn't say a word about the insider's signature, but just said that the other party was here to buy antiques.

The little fat man turned a street and bought a few agents and ran into Eagle and Ma Laosan.
Chapter completed!