Having a store on the main street, no matter what kind, clearly wouldn't be as narrow and shabby as the "Tree Grandma" bookstore.
Golden Goat Antiques Store!
When Tang Qi pushed open the vintage doors, what he saw was a scene very much in line with the store's name: a vast space, probably about the size of several bookstores combined. However, there wasn't much room to move around, as various antiques had claimed the space.
Especially the large pieces like antique furniture, just randomly counting a few could make a spacious area impassable.
This scene was obviously not what one would expect from a qualified antique store.
At that moment, inside the store, besides a middle-aged, fat man who appeared to be the shop manager, attending to a few well-dressed customers behind the counter, there was only one other person—a skinny young man in a work uniform, covered with freckles, sweating profusely as he tidied up the disorderly antiques.
