The shop had a good selection of Shangmingqian Longjing tea, so Yang Bo, after the tea was served, gave it a once-over. The customer appeared to be in his fifties and was deep in conversation with the shopkeeper. On the table lay a blue and white mallet-shaped vase.,But that wouldn't work, he couldn't go and buy up the porcelain at this time to resell it! Because disrupting the auction would be breaking the rules and would result in boycotts from all the antique shops. Besides, he didn't have the capital!,Yang Bo suddenly heard a voice from the roadside. He turned his head to look and saw an old man, ragged and leaning against the steps, his forehead covered in sweat!。