He is Su Heng, a descendant from an ancient family of craftsmen. His hands can bring new life to thousand-year-old artifacts, and his eyes can see through the truth beneath the dust of time.
In order to find a lost family treasure and to save the family workshop that was on the verge of bankruptcy, he curbed his talents and stepped into the flashy and noisy modern city, becoming the most ordinary design assistant.
When the so-called "design masters" use industrial assembly line products to pass off as unique products; when the exaggerated "luxury brands" use cheap materials to weave lies about prices; when the entire industry is chasing, false symbols and bubbles...
Su Heng just raised his eyes calmly and used the simplest language to unveil the layers of the emperor's new clothes.
"This piece of rosewood was born in Africa and died on a machine tool. It is no more than five years old."
"The embroidery on this haute couture dress is flimsy and lifeless. It's not as good as my grandma's insoles."
"The minimalist aesthetic you tout is just a fig leaf to cover up the lack of design and craftsmanship."
From interior design to luxury goods appraisal, from the fashion world to the antique world, he single-handedly fights against the impetuosity and hypocrisy of an industry.
Some people called him arrogant, some said he was disruptive, but more people respected him as the only master who reshaped the aesthetics of the times.
And he just wants to find the one thing that belongs to him among all the glitz.
