On the day he was laid off at the age of 28, Lin Chuan's name disappeared from the project credits, but his father's surgery fee was still 60,000 yuan short.
He took out a blackened old coin from the drawer, and three lines of words appeared in front of his eyes: apparent price of five yuan, real value of 326,000 yuan, and a risk warning.
From old watches, antiques, jewelry to luxury cars, companies and sky-high price collections, Lin Chuan can see the prices of things, but not people's hearts. Some people use fakes to set up traps, some people use contracts to rewrite the origins, and some people mark a warehouse fire twenty years ago as an old debt that no one will ask about.
What Lin Chuan wants to do is not just pick up the slack and make a fortune.
He wants to repay the credit that was taken away, the stigma that his father carried, and the truth that was repriced by the rich one by one.
