In the twelfth year of the Republic of China, outside the Qianmen of Beijing.
Before the corpse of the old shopkeeper Wantongdang was cold, three senior members of the Jingshi Business Association came to the door and asked for the position of "Si Nian" - if the young master's family did not come forward to explain, Wantongdang would have to give up his position.
But the young master Shen Zhiqiu is only sixteen years old.
In mourning, he could not see outsiders. The Duan Inkstone delivered from the overpass by a crosstalk talker drew everyone's attention to the bamboo curtain behind it - across the curtain, the young man spoke a few words and deduced the true origin of this Fang Inkstone from the ink halo, finger pits and secret inscriptions:
Forbidden City.
How many hands did the inkstone flow out of the palace, and how many inkstones were flowing to the Japanese antique dealers in the city? Meng Bancheng was knocking on his door, people around Puyi were looking for him, and Mr. Yaba started to think about his grandfather's notebook——
That notebook contains half of the Forbidden City's family fortune.
The young shopkeeper didn't even come out of the curtain, but was already standing in the center of the storm.
He smiled and poured a bowl of hot tea for every guest who came to the door.
——Then slowly polish the knife hidden behind the tea bowl.
