After Getting Kicked Out of the Pawnshop, I Awakened the Divine Eye and Found Hidden Treasures

I spent three years as an apprentice at a pawnshop, pouring tea, wiping down the counters, and never even being allowed to touch the appraisal table.

Today, the boss's nephew framed me for peeking at the items in pawn. The boss didn't even give me a chance to explain before kicking me out.

As I was leaving, the bundle of "junk" my dying master had pressed into my hands fell to the ground. They laughed and stomped on it.

That night, drunk, I cut my hand, and my blood dripped onto a fragment of a bronze mirror.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, the world had changed.

The treasures everyone called "Ming blue-and-white porcelain" or "Song imperial kiln ware" glowed gold or gave off black smoke in my eyes.

At a flea-market stall, I spotted a grimy brush washer being sold as a fake and haggled the price down to 150 yuan.

I took it straight to a big shop. The shopkeeper's hands trembled so much he could barely hold his magnifying glass.

"This... this is a Ming dynasty imperial-kiln brush washer with a flawed glaze! Only three exist in the world! Young man, I'll give you 350,000 yuan. I'll transfer it right now!"

When the news reached the pawnshop, the boss and his nephew turned green.

What they didn't know was that this was only the beginning.

Tomorrow, I'm going to check out the stone-gambling market.