On the Day I Was Released from Prison, My Antiques Were Valued at Hundreds of Billions

The iron gate opened. Lin Chen squinted as he stood at the prison entrance. The sunlight was blinding. He hadn't seen such a bright sun in five years. He rubbed his aching shoulders. His clothes were faded from washing, and in his pocket was only a crumpled note. It was something his master had entrusted to him before his death. The note depicted a jade pendant. Below it was written: "When you are released from prison, the jade pendant will manifest its power." Lin Chen clutched the note tightly, his fingers trembling slightly. Five years ago, he was the youngest appraiser at the auction house. Everyone in the industry called him "Little Chen with Divine Eyes." He could tell the age and authenticity of any antique with just a glance.