Chen Mo graduated with a history degree and immediately became unemployed, just another street loafer in Northeast China.
Could the busted necklace he picked up at a street stall for ten yuan really appraise treasures and even read people?
From then on, the antiques market had a new “Bargain-Hunting King,” and the circle of the rich had a new “Master Chen.”
The cool, aloof campus beauty came to him for advice: “Chen Mo, could you take a look at this Yuan dynasty blue-and-white porcelain?”
The glamorous CEO offered him a hefty salary: “Work for me. Name your price.”
Even the archaeology department goddess from the neighboring university showed up at his door late at night, carrying a “mysterious rubbing”...
His best buddy slung an arm around his shoulders. “Mo, when you get rich, don't forget your friends! Hey, so, do your girlfriends need anyone to carry their bags?”
I've read a few good ones and I think they're generally pretty good. They're not particularly invincible, nor are they about studs.