They want to demolish my home, "Sosekisai", a restoration workshop that has been passed down for hundreds of years.
And he, Fu Yunshen, is the man standing behind the bulldozer and the most ruthless capital tycoon in the city.
In his eyes, history is rubble gathering dust, and inheritance is a stumbling block to development.
But in my eyes, Su Wan, every crack is a story, and every broken weapon has a soul.
He has his capital empire, and I only have my bare hands.
He thought money could solve everything, until he saw me with his own eyes, repairing a broken national treasure and making it shine in front of the whole world.
Later, the man who only understood contracts and numbers began to hang around my dusty little courtyard every day.
He said he wanted to hear the stories of those "old antiques."
I just smiled.
Mr. Fu, if some things are broken, it is difficult to restore them.
Such as porcelain, such as the human heart.
