The last thing Tong Daye remembered was the purple thunder splitting the night sky in the auction house warehouse.
She was squatting in a pile of antiquities to be appraised, looking for a pastel porcelain vase from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, holding a newly printed appraisal report in her hand - as the HR manager and temporary appraisal assistant of this auction house, she was always hit by such unexpected tasks of "wearing multiple hats". Water accumulated in the leaky corner of the warehouse, reflecting the shaky incandescent lamp above her head. Suddenly there was a loud bang outside the window, causing the light bulb to explode with sparks. Then a dazzling purple electric light broke through the window and accurately hit the dusty bronze incense burner at her feet.
