Steve, a man who had endured the struggles of the common folk, arrived at the entrance ofAntique Street in his car.
After closing time, Antique Street stood desolate, akin to an abandoned edifice. This place bustled with activity in the morning when it first opened and in the afternoon as it neared closing time. At other times, there were more staff than customers, and even stray dogs didn't bother scavenging here because there was nothing to eat.
Unfamiliar with the purpose of this place, Steve followed the location given by Charlie and found himself at the entrance of Selected Artifacts Pavilion.
Once he confirmed that he had arrived at the right place, he called Charlie and spoke respectfully, albeit somewhat ingratiatingly, "Mr. Wade, l have arrived. Please open the door for me."
"Alright, wait a moment," Charlie hung up the phone and turned to Peter, who was busy folding tables. "Uncle Cole, hold on a moment, an old acquaintance is here."
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