With the last stroke, Raymond got on a ladder to reach the old signboard, pasting the banner over the old shop sign.

Then, he added a notice by the entrance: We buy all antiques and measure all treasures.

As soon as the makeshift sign and notice were up, Mick was the first to arrive with a fruit basket to celebrate the occasion.

The instant they met, he greeted Raymond warmly, "Ah, Mr. Cole! You sure are efficient—you just came back yesterday evening, and you're already setting up shop today at noon!"

Raymond smiled, "Doing a small business by myself is naturally much quicker."

Mick shook his head disapprovingly as he put the fruit basket by the door, "Now, now. Don't be a stranger, Mr. Cole—almost everyone in Antique Street is a friend, but you didn't tell the gang when you opened the shop! It'd hype things up when everyone comes bringing you gifts!"

Raymond quickly shook his head. "Thanks for the suggestion, but I don't know if this humble trade will last. It's better to keep m