Antique Street

"I've been checked in the hospital. Apart from that, I haven't seen any other doctors." Qian Duoduo shook his head, and then thought of someone, "Except for that time..."

Qian Duoduo didn't finish his words and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Which time?" Guan Ting couldn't help but ask.

Qian Duoduo shook his head: "Forget it, that was not a treatment at all, it should have nothing to do with it. In fact, there is no need to worry too much. I feel pretty good recently."

The car stopped at this time, and it had arrived at its destination, which was the gate of Peking University. Guan Ting had classes in the afternoon, so Qian Duoduo took her back to school.

"Xiaoting, we're here." Qian Duoduo reminded her.

"But..." Guan Ting wanted to say something.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Qian Duoduo knew that she was a little worried, so he comforted her, "Don't worry, even if things are that bad, I can just tell Xia Tian that I don't have that much money, so maybe he won't make things difficult for me and will be kind enough to treat me."

"Okay then, I'll go in first." Guan Ting nodded, got off the car and walked into the school gate.

After Guan Ting disappeared from sight, Qian Duoduo started the car and left.

Xia Tian was accompanying Song Yumei shopping at the moment, but it was a little different from the usual shopping. Usually girls go shopping to buy clothes and other things, and the places they go to are naturally commercial streets and shopping malls. Song Yumei obviously would not come here to buy clothes. The clothes she wore were all made by herself. Even if she really wanted to buy something like underwear, she would definitely not buy them with Xia Tian.

The street they were strolling on was an antique street. It was said that there were many such specialized antique streets in the capital, and the one they were strolling on was just one of them. This antique street was relatively old, with some regular shops, and some people just put some broken bowls and jars on the roadside. As for whether those bowls and jars were valuable or not, that was unknown.

"Brother, take a look, I have a lot of good stuff..."

"Professor Zeng, you are here again. I have some good stuff. Come and have a look..."

"Miss, come and have a look. This is an heirloom from my ancestors..."

Although it was noon, the temperature was not high these days and the sun was not out today, so there were still many people shopping at this time, and those setting up stalls on the roadside were also enthusiastically soliciting customers. However, Xia Tian found that from beginning to end, no one greeted him and Song Yumei.

"Meimei, my dear wife, why didn't anyone ask us to buy anything?" Xia Tian asked a little curiously.

"Because they all know me." Song Yumei said lightly.

Xia Tian still didn't understand: "Meimei, do they only sell things to people they don't know?"

"Almost." Song Yumei explained, "There are basically no valuable things on these stalls. They are used to deceive strangers who don't know anything about business. They know I won't be deceived, and they are even worried that I will expose their tricks, so naturally they won't say hello to me."

"Oh, it turns out they are a bunch of scammers!" Xia Tian finally understood.

Song Yumei actually agreed with what Xia Tian said. Those people setting up stalls were really not much different from scammers. Although you could occasionally buy something valuable from those places, most of the time they were just scamming people. If someone was really lucky, it was probably not because the stall owner didn't want to scam people, but because the stall owner didn't know how valuable the things were.

When Song Yumei first came here, some people wanted to cheat her. However, now, Song Yumei's name is known to everyone in every antique street in Beijing. Some newcomers to the industry are usually warned by their predecessors that if they see a beautiful woman in ancient costume, they must not try to cheat her. It is best to pretend not to see her.

Because of this, when Song Yumei appeared here, everyone looked as if they were indifferent. They did not expect to do business with Song Yumei, because basically, if Song Yumei really did business with them, they would definitely lose in the end.

Of course, not everyone is unwelcome to Song Yumei. For example, the store that Song Yumei is walking into now is called Cangshuge. As the name suggests, it is a bookstore. Of course, since this bookstore is located in the Antique Street, it is naturally not an ordinary bookstore. The books inside are all ancient books. As for how old they are, that is not certain. Some are decades old, some are nearly a hundred years old, and some may even be older. Of course, there are also some books whose specific years are unknown.

The owner of the library was a man in his sixties wearing a pair of glasses. When he saw Song Yumei coming in, he immediately greeted her with a smile on his face: "Miss Song, you are here."

"Mr. Dai, are there any new books?" Song Yumei asked. The new books she mentioned were of course those old books that had just arrived.

"Yes, it's over here." Elder Dai quickly took Song Yumei to a bookshelf and said, "Miss Song, all the books on this bookshelf were added after your last visit."

"Then let me take a look first." Song Yumei said, and began to take a book from the bookshelf and began to read it.

"Okay, take your time to look at it." Old Dai nodded. He obviously understood Song Yumei's identity and was unusually polite to her.

Xia Tian was a little depressed: "Meimei, you came here just to read a book?"

"If you don't like watching it, just go out and walk around by yourself. I will call you when I leave." Song Yumei said without raising her head.

Xia Tian really didn't like reading, because he had read too many books in the past, and most of them were ancient books. Now seeing this room full of ancient books, he felt a little dizzy, so after standing for a while, he decided to go out for some fresh air and let his wife Meimei read slowly here.

"Meimei, my dear wife, I'm going to go out and play for a while. Call me if you need anything!" Xia Tian said to Song Yumei, then walked out.

Song Yumei responded casually; her mind was now focused on these ancient books.

However, Mr. Dai looked at Xia Tian with a somewhat surprised look. He didn't expect that Miss Song also had a boyfriend. He had thought that this man was Song Yumei's bodyguard or something like that.

After leaving the library, Xia Tian wandered around the antique street. But after walking for a while, he felt bored. He really had no interest in these things. This made him a little confused. Why did Song Yumei like these antiques so much?

"Sir, sir, can you do me a favor?" Xia Tian was standing on the side of the road bored, when he suddenly heard a begging voice behind him.

Xia Tian turned around and saw a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a scruffy beard. He was wearing washed-out jeans and a sweat-stained T-shirt, and he looked very haggard.

"Sir, can you help me?" the haggard middle-aged man spoke again.