"Xu Yuan, this is a wash from the Ru kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty. It has azure glaze and ice cracks. It is worth three million! You, a poor apprentice, dropped it carelessly. How are you going to end this matter today?!"
Sharp and harsh curses rang out in the "Jubao Pavilion", the largest antique store in Panjiayuan.
I fell down on the cold marble floor, my palms were scratched by porcelain shards, and blood flowed across them. And at my feet, there were broken pieces of blue porcelain scattered on the ground.
There were three levels of people watching, and their pointing voices pierced my ears like countless poisonous needles.
"This kid is done for. Three million is enough. I can't even afford the compensation if I sell him."
"I heard that his father was a peasant back then. He was buried in the grave and left behind a lot of debts. This kid is working as a cow here to pay off the debts."
"Shopkeeper Zhao of Jubao Pavilion is not easy to deal with. Xu Yuan has to shed his skin this time."
