A new young man who runs a street stall has arrived in Panjiayuan.
Others sell fake goods, he sells junk.
Until one day, the stall owner next door spent 20,000 yuan to collect only "last week's" colorful bowl, and was sentenced to death by the old players on the street.
He walked over and picked it up and took a look:
"This bowl is not from last week—it's the one Qianlong dropped."
The whole place was dead silent.
The vice president of Tianhai Antiques Association personally handed over the business card.
Everyone thought he was just lucky.
No one knows that his eyes can see the highlight moments that every antique has experienced——
Qianlong's rage when he threw the bowl, Huang Gongwang's breathing when he wrote, and Qin Shihuang's last order when he sealed the dragon's head.
Five thousand years of secrets have no place to hide in these eyes.
And the heavenly gate behind the twelve beast heads, which had never been opened, was waiting for him to push it open.
