"Bang!"
With a dull loud noise, the heavy antique carved wooden door of Jubao Pavilion Antique Shop in Liulichang was violently kicked open. A thin figure was thrown out of the store like a torn sack, and hit hard on the cold bluestone street in late autumn.
The autumn rain all over the sky is like dense ice cones, pouring crazily on this famous antique street in Beijing. Big raindrops hit the bluestone floor, causing pieces of turbid and cold water to splash.
Lin Feng huddled in the muddy water in pain, and severe pain spread from his chest and bruised elbows to his whole body. He raised his head with difficulty, the rain running wildly down his pale and thin cheeks, blurring his vision. But he could still clearly see that on the high steps of Jubao Pavilion, there stood a fat middle-aged man with a sinewy face, looking down at him from a high position.
That was the shopkeeper of Jubao Pavilion, Fatty Wang.
