"Clang!"
A crisp and ear-piercing shattering sound suddenly exploded in the dark and closed back warehouse of Jubaozhai, like a heavy hammer that hit Lu Yuan's chest hard.
Lu Yuan was still holding a yellowed rag in his hand. He was frozen on the spot and his mind was blank. Under his feet, a field of fine blue and white porcelain pieces was reflecting the light of the dim incandescent lamp on the roof of the warehouse. It was a blue and white vase with lotus patterns from the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. Although it was not a top national treasure, in today's antique business, it was still a solid old object with a large door opening, and it was priced at half a million.
And now, it's so broken that it can't even be put back together.
"Ouch! My little Lu! What are you doing!"
An exaggerated exclamation came from behind. Lu Yuan turned around suddenly and saw his senior brother Wang Teng covering his mouth in horror, his eyes widening as big as a bell, as if he had seen some end-of-the-world scene.
But Lu Yuan could see clearly! Just two seconds ago, it was Wang Teng who pretended to come over to help move the box. His elbow bumped against the shelf seemingly unintentionally, and the bottle that was originally placed on the edge fell precariously. Lu Yuan didn't even touch the bottle!
"Senior Brother, you..." Lu Yuan's lips trembled as he was about to say something.
