After a moment, Shi Feng put down the magnifying glass and asked in confusion, "Brother Qi, how did you confirm there was a hidden compartment in this box? I couldn't see any traces."
Before Qi Yun could respond, an elderly voice sounded from behind him.
"If your mediocre skills could figure it out, then what would we old folks be needed for?"
Qi Yun and Shi Feng turned simultaneously and saw an elderly man with greying hair and a thin frame enter the shop with steady steps.
He was dressed in a very neat Zhongshan suit, holding an old leather briefcase in his hand, with an old-fashioned round-framed pair of glasses on his face, resembling an old scholar.
Shi Feng hurriedly stood up to greet him, with a smile on his face: "Old Chen, you finally came, please have a seat." Saying this, he quickly brought a chair for the guest to sit down.
Old Chen nodded slightly in acknowledgment and, after sitting down slowly, his gaze fell on the rosewood jewelry box on the table.
