Lin Yan, who quit his job in Internet customer service, took only an old notebook left by his grandfather and became attached to antiques in the old alleys of the city. Without a golden finger or a distinguished background, he got started by relying on the clumsy method of identifying the glaze color by looking at the texture of the fetus. He paid "tuition" at Panjiayuan, helped his neighbors appraise imitation jade bracelets, and entered the antiques circle step by step from a "layman" at the end of the alley.
He squeezed the subway to run the market, went to the countryside with his intermediary partners to collect old goods, and learned to understand people's hearts in the game between imitations and genuine goods. He also tried to misjudge Xuande Lu's panic, insisted on handing over a Han Dynasty bronze sword, and gained a foothold in the debate with a senior treasure appraiser. From the porcelain plate paintings of the Republic of China to the blue and white porcelain of the Yuan Dynasty, from street stalls to cross-city treasure hunts, what he appreciates is the age and authenticity of old objects, but what he appreciates is the survival and warmth of urban mortals.
Finally, the "Lin Yan Treasure Appraisal Studio" opened in the old alley. Outside the window was the smoke of fried dough sticks and soy milk, and inside the window were the lines under a magnifying glass - there was no magnificent legend, just an ordinary person who used professionalism and sincerity to make treasure appraisal the way life should be.
Beautiful and informative.