"Come to the entrance of Antique Street, don't drive, I have a special car to pick you up and drop off."

After saying this, Wang Crooker on the other end of the phone hung up the phone, looking like he was very busy.

Xia Tian hung up the phone and was a little confused. Then he ordered Wu Di to drive the car to the parking lot of the nearby restaurant. The three of them walked to the entrance of Antique Street.

From a distance, I saw Wang Cruzi standing there in front of a small passenger car, like a ticket seller driving a black car.

One after another, someone got on Wang Cruzi's passenger car. When Xia Tian and the other two came over, Wang Cruzi limped over and said, "Get in the car quickly, one more time, you can set off."

Xia Tian and the other two frowned at the same time. Is this guy specializing in attracting customers?

This group of people has 100,000, and there are at least twenty people in this car. So how much money does this guy earn every day?

After the three of them got into the car, they found that there were about twenty seats in the car, and there were all women in their seats, almost all middle-aged people in their forties, including several old men and women over 60 years old.

From the dress of these people, it can be seen that none of the people in the car have a shortage of money.

And from their accents, most of them are from other places.

These people should be fanatical antique lovers, and they are very rich. People like this are already tired of playing auction houses, so they found such a way through various connections under their command, intending to try their luck at the ghost market to see if they can buy the things they like.

Xia Tian and the other two walked to the last row of the bus and sat down. The person driving was a shirtless man in his fifties with various Shura totems tattooed on his arms.

People with this totem tattoo are definitely not ordinary people. They must have been to the tomb when they were young. They were tattooed to calm the evil ghosts in the cemetery.

"Crip, are you all here? Is it time to go?"

The bus driver kept looking at the time on his watch and kept urging the cripple below.

"Wait a little longer...wait a little longer." Wang Cruzi was also a little anxious. He seemed to be waiting for some important person.

"Wait for another ten minutes, I'll be really driving if I don't come."

"OK."

Wang Crook took out his cell phone, as if he wanted to call the person, but when he tried to press dial, he stopped again, as if he was very afraid.

"Wait a little longer, it should be coming soon."

At this time, the people sitting in this car should be very valuable people. They have always been waiting for them, and they have never been asked to wait for so long.

Gradually, the people in the car began to feel emotional, and many people began to complain, urging the driver to drive quickly. They paid so much money to lead the way, but they didn't suffer in this shabby passenger car.

"Shut up to me."

However, the bus driver's roar directly shocked the people: "In this car, I have the final say. I don't care what you do or what background you have. When you come here, you have to accept the arrangements in a regular manner."

"Who the fuck dares to talk nonsense? Get out of the car now, and... we will not refund the money we paid."

The driver of the bus must have seen the blood, and there was an alternative ruthlessness and domineering spirit on his body. With his roar, no one in the car dared to quarrel.
Chapter completed!