[The poor apprentice who was called a waste by his master, the moment blood dripped on the broken bowl——]
Shen Mingxuan was squatting in the back alley of the antique shop, eating cold steamed buns. The blood beads on his palm, which had been cut by broken porcelain pieces, were seeping into the broken bowl full of tea stains.
"Ding - the Tiangong Treasure Appraisal System is activated. The detection target is: a white glaze bowl with lotus petals carved from the Ding kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty (incomplete). The repair success rate is 98%."
He was confused.
Three hours ago, the master pointed at his nose and scolded him as "a waste that can't even be seen as a replica of the Republic of China"; three hours later, he stood in the middle of the black market gambling club, his fingertips brushing against the rusty bronze sword: "What's missing in this sword is not the sword pattern, but the 'quenching technique' hidden in the patterns by the swordsmiths of the Western Han Dynasty."
Bronze level treasure appraiser? Silver? Gold?
