Perspective Appraisal of Treasures Under the Zhengyang Gate

In 1983, under the Zhengyang Gate. Han Chunming took the blame for his brother and lost his job. He was also reported as a whistleblower for reselling eggs. His file was stained and he became "unwanted by his employer" from then on. Desperate, he got on his tricycle and plunged into the junk collecting business. No one knew that this disgraced "Hutong Chuanzi" was actually a close disciple of Mr. Guan, the "Admiral of the Nine Gates". Fourteen years of teaching by word and deed, full of antique scriptures, epigraphic records, and a pair of eyes that have been honed to be both poisonous and accurate since childhood. No one knew that an accident had awakened him to the power of clairvoyance and time retrieval - the scrap metal in the scrapyard was priceless in his eyes; the rotten wooden boxes that had been thrown away contained important artifacts from official kilns that had been lost for centuries; even the dusty old porcelain bowls on the stalls in Panjiayuan might have a piece of chronological history underneath. Find national treasures from the rags, pick up rare books from street stalls, and get imperial green from the stone quarry with a single stroke. Han Chunming, who collected rags, reached the pinnacle of treasure appraisal step by step. But there are never only treasures on this road. Su Meng, a childhood sweetheart, fell in love but couldn't stay together across the chasm between class and worldliness; Cheng Jianjun, who was hiding a knife in his smile, stumbled overtly and secretly and wanted to step him into the mud; and Mr. Guan, who taught him how to see people and things since he was a child, fell in front of the courtyard in an accident, pushing him into a bigger world. How deep is the water in Beijing's antique circle? How amazing are the secrets in the scrap heap? Why should a poor boy who collects rags make the entire collecting world bow to him? Under the Zhengyang Gate, a city, three generations, thirty years