Vesna's flea market is located in a block in the western suburbs of the city. The entire flea market consists of three adjacent streets and several empty areas in the block, occupying a large area.

Those who sell used goods here include shops backed by blocks, as well as simple shacks and warehouses built by themselves on the streets and in open spaces. Many people just lay a piece of plastic sheet on the ground and start selling.

Just something.

There are old furniture, old appliances, old clothes, old books, and all kinds of weird things. Of course, there are also old furnishings, old crafts, artworks, antiques and the like. As for the authenticity of these things,

You can only judge for yourself.

What Wang Wuyin didn't expect was that there were actually a lot of people shopping and buying things in this flea market, which made the entire flea market seem quite lively.

"It wasn't so lively here before. In the past two years, the flea market has grown in size. There are a lot more people coming here to buy and sell things..." Yu Haidong and Wang Wuyin walked in the flea market.

Taking Wang Wuyin to visit the market, he explained, "Everyone's life is difficult and they have no money, so the second-hand goods business has flourished. Even my wife came here to buy clothes and shoes before, and some of them used to sell clothes."

Those who buy shoes cannot afford to rent a shop, so they will bring some things from the warehouse to sell here, and the price will be much cheaper..."

"Oh..." Wang Wuyin's sharp eyes and consciousness swept over the things on the street again and again, not sparing every corner of the flea market, especially those places selling old second-hand handicrafts and sculptures. Wang Wuyin

Look more carefully, you can't wait to turn over the land and look at it again.

The villa was burned down due to the riots. In Wang Wuyuan's opinion, the things that disappeared from the villa's study were most likely to appear in flea markets in the city.

This is the purpose of Wang Wuyin coming here today.

In a large-scale and mature flea market, there will be many merchants who collect the same types of things in categories and sell them together to make it easier for customers to choose.

Yu Haidong had already taken him to visit three places selling old handicrafts and artworks, but unfortunately he couldn't find what Wang Wuyin wanted. They were going to the fourth place here selling old handicrafts now.

Walking in this flea market, Wang Wuyin discovered that in addition to the customers who came to buy things, there were also three or three young adults in jackets and sportswear squatting in the corner of the street smoking cigarettes, a little wary.

looking at the customers passing by in the flea market.

Even though those people were wearing clothes, Wang Wuyin could still clearly see what those people were hiding in their clothes - daggers, iron rods, and even pistols...

"What do those people do?" Wang Wuyin asked Yu Haidong as he gestured with his eyes as he passed by a few young adults.

Yu Haidong also glanced over there, and then whispered, "Those people are the local gangs that manage this flea market, called the Tomahawk Gang..."

"This place is managed by the Tomahawk Gang. Do the people who do business here have no objections?"

"This territory has always been owned by the Tomahawk Gang. If you want to do business here, they will only charge a small amount of money, and they will also find a place for you. You will not let those hooligans and people from the Market Administration Bureau blackmail you.

If you don't make any money, they don't even charge you. If you need money, they can give you a small loan. To be honest, they are much better than those in the government and banks who only collect money and don't care whether you live or die. Here

Business people want them to take care of this place..."

"Sounds good..." On a roadside stall, there was an obsidian-carved grape ornament. Wang Wuyin stopped, picked up the obsidian grape ornament and looked at it carefully before continuing to walk forward.

, "The people from the Tomahawk Gang seem a little nervous. Do they usually look like this in the market?"

"You don't usually see them, but recently, the refugee gangs in the city want to get involved in this second-hand market, and some refugees will come here to cause trouble. I heard that the two sides have fought several times and even fought.

People have died..."

"You know a lot!"

"The most well-informed person in this city is the taxi driver. We can contact everyone. We basically know all the big and small things that happen in the city..." Yu Haidong said to Wang Wuyin with a little pride.

"Do the police don't care about this kind of thing?"

"If you can't control it, it's just a show of force. Previously, the city's police chief arrested a few refugees who were making trouble. As soon as those refugees protested and caused trouble, the mayor dismissed the chief. So now the police in the city have encountered

I basically don’t care about anything related to refugees!” As he spoke, Yu Haidong pointed to the front, “Sir, here we are, that’s the largest shopping mall selling old handicrafts here…”

The old arts and crafts mall covers an area of ​​at least two to three thousand square meters. It is a building built with colored steel tiles. It looks so-so. But as soon as you walk inside, you can see at a glance that there are countless shelves with a variety of products.

There are tens of thousands of old ornaments and handicrafts as well as porcelain, bottles and cans.

Although the items sold here are second-hand items, they are kept very clean and many items look like new.

Wang Wuyin glanced over and had a panoramic view of everything in the mall. He was slightly disappointed when he saw that the thing he wanted was not there. Looking at it again, Wang Wuyin was slightly shocked because he saw something.

Something familiar.

After entering here, Wang Wuyin walked directly through the many shelves, came to a shelf in the mall, and picked up a swan-shaped glass handicraft ornament more than 20 centimeters high placed on the shelf.

Wang Wuyin recognized it at a glance. This glass swan ornament was exactly what was in the study. The grass-green mist pattern in the belly of the glass swan was a unique thing left over during the firing. Even if it was the same handicraft.

The shape is the same, but the colorful patterns on the belly are also slightly different. This thing was originally placed in a storage compartment on the second floor above the obsidian stone sculpture in the study.

Look at the price tag of this thing, it’s only 56 yuan.

Some things that were lost in the villa were indeed found here.

Wang Wuyin took this item and walked towards the counter at the door. After paying the price, he bought it directly.

"Boss, let me ask you, where did you buy this thing?"

Behind the counter is a bald old man in his sixties wearing a floral shirt.

Hearing Wang Wuyin's question, the old man looked at Wang Wuyin. Originally, he wanted to find an excuse to excuse it, saying that this thing had been left here for so long that he had forgotten who sent it, because in this second-hand goods

When buying things in the market, you don’t even ask about the origin of the things. Just the words come to your lips, and after they are spoken, they become, "This thing was sent by old Kloof. It has been sent here for almost two years. Old

Kluf often sends some things to the flea market to sell in exchange for some pocket money..."

"Thanks!"

After the two left, the old man behind the counter rubbed his face. He didn't know why he had just said the name of Old Kruff out of nowhere. He thought about it carefully and felt that the young man from the Xia tribe just now said it.

His eyes looked particularly friendly and sincere. When talking to him, it felt like chatting with old friends. It would be very uncomfortable to lie, so he subconsciously told the truth.

But it's just a cheap thing. It doesn't matter. Old Kruff is as timid as a mouse, so that thing can't involve anything big.

After just a few seconds, the old man behind the counter completely forgot about the matter.

Wang Wuyin and Yu Haidong then walked out of the shopping mall. Yu Haidong was holding the glass ornament bought by Wang Wuyin with a strange look on his face, "Sir, do you know this old man selling things?"

"I don't know you, what's wrong?"

"It's strange. People who sell old things in shopping malls here usually don't tell you the origin of these old things. They say they are collected. The old man actually told you..."

"Haha, it's probably because the old man looked at me kindly. Besides, it's nothing special!"

Yu Haidong nodded. It seemed like this. He looked at the glass swan in the bag he was carrying. Although it looked beautiful, it was nothing special. He didn't understand why his boss

Coming here to buy such a thing may be a quirk of the rich.

"Sir, do you want to go shopping again?"

"Now that you're here, let's go shopping..."

This stroll lasted for more than an hour. It was not until Wang Wuyin had browsed the entire flea market and found that there was nothing of note here that the two of them left the flea market and returned to the parking place.

"Go and find out who that old Kluf is and where to find him!" Wang Wuyuan said to Yu Haidong.

Yu Haidong nodded and left directly.

Just over ten minutes later, Yu Haidong came back, "Sir, I have found out clearly that old Kloof is an unemployed vagrant. He often comes here to sell some things. Many people here know him!"

"Oh, where is he now?"
Chapter completed!