In the three years since Yuchenzhai opened, not a single genuine product has been sold. My peers laughed at me, experts scolded me, and my ex-girlfriend thought I was poor and had followed an antiques boss. Until that day, the old man in Chinese tunic suit walked in tremblingly, pointed at the old book I had on the table leg and asked: "Sir, can you part with this "Jin Shi Suo Yin"?" The whole room was in an uproar, and I looked down at the broken bowl for feeding the cat in my hand - the bottom was "Made in the Hongxi Year of the Ming Dynasty". It's time for this world to be revalued.
