In his previous life, he had been a coward all his life. His wife Guifen died of illness due to overwork. The huanghuali chair left by her father was stolen by a scammer, and she finally died alone in a rented house. Before he died, he only thought of one thing: no one could be sorry for him in this life.
When I opened my eyes, I was transported back to 1990. I just received the layoff notice, and I only had twenty-seven and a half yuan in my pocket.
But he found that he could "see" things on antiques that others couldn't see - the genuine ones were glowing with treasure, while the fake ones were all black.
A broken bowl worth five dollars changed hands for five hundred, and a copper stove worth thirty dollars was sold for four hundred. From setting up a street stall in Panjiayuan to hanging up the "Houseshengtang" sign, everyone in the antique shop calls him Shopkeeper Zhou. Someone asked him how he got rich. He said: "You have to look at things one by one and live your life day by day."
The wife no longer has to work in the vegetable market, no one can touch the father's chair, and all the poor guys in the street have food to eat with him.
This is the story of an honest man who, after being trampled into the mud by the times, uses a pair of eyes to distinguish the true from the false and a heart that keeps his duty to heal the broken days piece by piece.
