My name is Chen Yuan, and I opened a humble antique shop in Changsha.
My grandfather left a legacy before his death: descendants of the Chen family will never steal.
I kept it for sixteen years.
Until that winter solstice night, a woman knocked on my store door with an ant nose coin from the Warring States Period.
This is not the story of one person, but a two-hundred-year pursuit of a family, an industry, and a secret buried by time.
Thirty-seven large tombs, the blood of five generations, the ultimate answer.
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It sounds good and looks good, I like listening to it.