On the day when retired soldier Wang Gu Zhao took over his adoptive father's "Shou Zhen Pavilion", the veterans of Yunzhou Antique Street pushed through the threshold.
"With the old craftsman gone, this shabby shop will probably become a 'Shou Qiong Pavilion'!" Someone slapped the counter and sneered.
Gu Zhao wiped off a dusty bronze statue at the bottom of the cabinet, and as soon as his fingertips touched the texture - golden mist suddenly exploded in front of his eyes!
"It's so powerful that it's worth a million?" He raised his eyes and smiled: "I'll pay three million for this prince." The old man who was mocking just now suddenly pinched his thigh: "Crazy? This broken copper... Wait, this pattern is from the Western Zhou Dynasty?!"
