In the midst of a huge protest and demonstration that resounded in the sky, Ye Tian and his motorteam drove away from the door of the hotel and headed straight for Berlin's Museum Island.

As soon as their convoy left, many tails followed, more than yesterday.

There are officials from the German Ministry of Culture, a large number of police officers from the Berlin Police Department, several antique art experts from the Museum Island, and numerous media journalists.

In addition, there are many unknown guys, as well as good-looking idlers, etc., who have driven behind the convoy and headed towards Museum Island together.

The convoy hadn't gone far from the hotel when Cole's voice came through the wireless invisible headphones.

"Steven, those Xinnacui scum really followed, mixed in the car behind, obviously with bad intentions, do you want to deal with those scum?"

"We don't have to do it ourselves, you report the relevant information of those Xinnacui scum to the Berlin police, and see how the Berlin police respond, whether to deal with those scumbags, or let it go!

When you report to the Berlin police, you might as well make it clear that if those scumbags of Xinnacui take the initiative to attack, we will have to defend ourselves, that is our right, and no one can take it away."

Ye Tian said with a sneer, his words and eyes were full of murderous aura.

"Understood, Steven, I'll report it to the Berlin police"

Cole answered, and then went into action.

As he spoke, the convoy moved forward some distance.

At this moment, several police cars that were originally following the convoy and separating the convoy from other vehicles suddenly sounded the alarm and quickly reduced their speed, suppressing other vehicles following behind.

Immediately afterwards, the Berlin police cars slammed into the middle of the road, completely blocking the road to Museum Island.

In the blink of an eye, this street had turned into a huge parking lot, but Ye Tian and their convoy drove away, and soon disappeared from people's vision.

"Squeak——!

The streets were filled with the cacophony of emergency brakes, mixed with shouts of exclamation and a lot of angry swearing.

"What the hell are these stupid cops doing? Why are they suddenly closing the road?"

"What the hell, could it be that Steven's gang of bastards found out about us?

Before the cursing fell, the doors of the police cars in front of the road suddenly opened one after another.

Immediately afterward, a group of heavily armed Berlin policemen rushed out of the police cars and dispersed to quickly outflank the vehicles behind.

Seeing this scene, the people in the many vehicles behind were stunned at first, their faces were dazed, and they didn't know what was going on.

The next moment, panicked screams suddenly rang out, and the street was instantly chaotic.

And Ye Tian's convoy has turned onto another street at this time, and it is getting closer and closer to Berlin's Museum Island!

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At the Museum Island Antique and Vintage Market, Ye Tian and the others are standing in front of a stall, admiring the antique artworks on this stall, or the so-called antique artworks.

Nearby tourists, as well as large and small antique dealers who do business in this antique and thrift market, as well as some professionals who have heard the news, all looked at Ye Tian and them, and everyone's eyes were full of curiosity.

Unlike others, those antique dealers, large and small, still have a little fear in their eyes, and they can't hide it at all!

What frightened these antique dealers was Ye Tian's crazy action of sweeping the antique artworks, as well as his ruthless style.

At this time, more than half an hour had passed since Ye Tian and the others arrived at this famous antique thrift market.

In the past half an hour, Ye Tian has swept through seven or eight stalls selling antique artworks, as well as two small antique shops located on the street, and he has also made some gains.

He acquired three overlooked and valuable antique artworks, which were carried by two company employees who accompanied him.

At the entrance of the market, Bowie and two of his subordinates had also walked into this antique thrift market, and secretly cooperated with Ye Tian to start sweeping this antique thrift market.

After more than half an hour, Ye Tian has an understanding of this antique and thrift market, and has adjusted his action strategy in a targeted manner.

Compared to the Berlin Wall flea market I visited yesterday, the Museum Island Antique Thrift Market is much smaller, less than a third of the former, but it is more professional and has more good things.

The stalls that do business here are basically antique artworks, and most of them are genuine.

From antiques from the ancient Greek and Roman periods to modern art, there is a wide range of valuable antique artworks.

However, the large and small antique dealers who do business here can basically be regarded as professionals, or even half of the experts.

It's not easy to find a spill in this small but fine antique market, and it's much harder than it is at the Berlin Wall flea market.

And this is also one of the reasons why Ye Tian has only harvested three antique artworks at present.

He had found a lot of valuable treasures, but unfortunately, most of the stall owners were also knowledgeable and very shrewd, and it was not easy to pick them up.

"Man, can I take a look at this bronze gilt vase?"

Ye Tian said with a smile, pointing to a bronze gilt vase on the stall in front of him.

The stall owner looked at Ye Tian deeply, then looked at the vase, and then nodded with a smile and said:

"Of course, Mr. Steven, please be careful, this is a rococo bronze gilt Mason porcelain vase, made in the late eighteenth century, and has some value!"

Seeing the stall owner's answer, Ye Tian immediately reached out and took the bronze gilt vase, gently placed it on the table in front of him, and admired it carefully.

At the same time, he joked:

"Man, it seems that you are a connoisseur and know the goods in your stall very well, and it is impossible to pick up the leaks in your place, but it is also a blessing to be able to appreciate such a piece of Meissen porcelain!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Steven, compared with you, the world's top professional treasure hunter and antique art expert, my appraisal level is not on the table at all"

The stall owner said politely, but there was a smug look in his eyes.

After thoroughly admiring the rococo-style bronze gilt vase in front of him over and over again, Ye Tian smiled again and said:

"Man, tell me about this bronze gilt vase, how did you get it? How much is this Meissen porcelain vase worth? If the price is right, I don't mind taking it into my own collection."

Hearing Ye Tian's words, the stall owner immediately looked at the decorated golden and brilliant Meissen porcelain again, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a look of doubt.

Could it be that I made a mistake? This bronze gilt vase is very valuable, which is why Steven, a greedy fellow, is tempted to take this vase into his pocket!

If it were just an ordinary Mason porcelain vase, even if it was made in the late 18th century and was very beautiful, it wouldn't impress Steven, a guy with a high eye on the top!

As soon as he thought of this, the stall owner muttered in his heart, and he was not so confident in the appraisal conclusion he gave.

And Ye Tian, who was standing in front of the stall, always had a smile on his face, he couldn't see anything abnormal, he was not happy or sad!