After Yang Chen parked the car, he headed towards Century Antique City.
Century Antique City is the largest antique city in the entire provincial capital. It has five floors in total. The higher you go, the higher the level of antiques.
The first and second floors are like a vegetable market. All kinds of antiques are randomly placed on the counter, and many customers are shopping around.
On the third and fourth floors, there are small shops one after another. The items are arranged very elegantly, and there are obviously many fewer customers.
As soon as I got to the fifth floor, I saw a large golden plaque with "Tianfu City" hanging above the staircase.
This name obviously has an ancient flavor. The word "fu" usually refers to the mansions owned by noble families, and the characters "tian" and "city" are even more grand and domineering.
Putting these words together, they not only sound good, but also mean prosperity and wealth.
The entire fifth floor belongs to Tianfu City. Being able to occupy such a large place in Century Antique City, one can imagine how impressive Tianfu City is.
The huge Tianfu City is like an antique exhibition hall, with exquisite and simple ceramics, calligraphy and painting, jade and other miscellaneous items.
Several sales staff saw Yang Chen from a distance and looked at him from head to toe.
His ordinary clothes made these salesmen who were accustomed to meeting noble people give up their service.
"Hello, sir, what do you need? I can introduce it to you."
At this moment, a young salesman stepped forward with a sincere smile on his face.
When other salesmen saw this scene, they looked disdainful and looked like they were laughing.
Tianfucheng is the best antique store in the entire provincial capital, and the antiques in it are worth millions to tens of millions.
Even some of the nouveau riche may not be able to afford it even if they come, let alone a young man wearing a miscellaneous brand.
Most people just come here because of its reputation and are addicted to it.
"I need two small items, one for an elder who is about seventy years old, and one for a twenty-year-old girl as a birthday gift. Can you recommend it to me?"
Yang Chen said, he looked at the name tags sold by a young woman named Wang Yan.
"Sir, what is your psychological price?" Wang Yan asked again.
"It's all around 10 million! Of course, if there is something more suitable that exceeds this price, it doesn't matter, as long as the stuff is good." Yang Chen said.
Hearing Yang Chen's words, the salesmen in the distance all had expressions of contempt on their faces. They didn't believe that Yang Chen would buy antiques worth tens of millions, and there were two of them.
"Yang Chen?"
At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly sounded.
A saleswoman wearing work clothes walked over.
At first glance, Yang Chen felt that he looked familiar, but he forgot who he was.
When he saw the saleswoman's badge, he suddenly realized that this woman was actually his college classmate.
"Yu Xiaowei, long time no see!" Yang Chen nodded slightly.
There was no wavering in his eyes, and he looked at Yu Xiaowei as if he had just met her.
All in all, I haven't seen him for more than five years now.
Yu Xiaowei was a prostitute at the time, and her private life was quite chaotic. She would have a different boyfriend every once in a while.
It is said that this woman was kept as a child when she was a freshman in college.
But everything is hearsay, and Yang Chen doesn’t know what the truth is.
"It's really you! I didn't expect to meet you in a place like this."
Yu Xiaowei pretended to be surprised, but her eyes were full of teasing: "What about you, where are you now? You can even come to Tianfu City to buy things!"
"It's been five years since I graduated, and I'm just barely working as a small supervisor in Tianfu City. I earn an annual salary of half a million yuan. Compared with you, a top university student, there must be a huge gap, right?"
Yu Xiaowei deliberately revealed her annual salary, straightened her chest, and reached out to touch her badge, fearing that Yang Chen wouldn't see the word "supervisor" on her badge.
As a classmate in college, Yu Xiaowei knows what Yang Chen's situation is.
Naturally, she would not believe that just five years after graduation, Yang Chen could afford to buy antiques worth tens of millions.
"Just doing some small business and dawdling around, I still can't compare with you." Yang Chen said with a faint smile.
How could he not hear the irony in Yu Xiaowei's words?