The whole spectrum of humanity was displayed on Antiques Street.
“Fine! Three thousand then! The three of US haven't enjoyed ourselves for years.
Since we're making some money today, let's drink to our hearts’ content tonight!" The middle-aged man clenched his teeth and agreed.
The trio then left the stall and followed Sean and Willow.
Watching them leave, the street peddler sneered and muttered, "Do you think Antiques Street is somewhere you can do whatever you want?" Just then, a street peddler from the next stall leaned in and whispered," Are those two rich? Is what Freddie Coupson said true?" "F*ck! Rich?" The street peddler shouted and then said coldly, "I've been acting for a long time, yet those two just said they can't afford it, turned around, and left! Freddie's probably messing with us! I've been at Antiques Street for over a decade and have never seen young people with a 70 million supercar hang out here!" The other street peddler looked understanding as he smiled and nodded.
Then, he said, "Are Bobby Black and the others..." As he spoke, the street peddler made a throat-cutting gesture.
The street peddler glanced at him, immediately rolled his eyes, and said impatiently, "| only asked them to scare those two.
How dare they make fun of me in Antiques street? Hurry back to your stall.
Don't stand here and obstruct my business!" The street peddler scratched his head in embarrassment and returned to his stall with a smile.
The peddlers in Antiques street were ranked.
The street peddler that Sean met was quite highly ranked in Antiques Street.
Politics existed in places with people, including Antiques street.
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