Lin Ze is twenty-five years old and lives like a joke. The rent was three months in arrears, his girlfriend left a note and disappeared, and he was the first to be targeted by the company's layoffs. His mother's surgery fee was still 180,000 yuan short. He squatted on the balcony of the village in the city and smoked. He flipped through his address book and couldn't find anyone who could lend him money. An ancient jade pendant falling from the sky hit him on the head, causing him to fall into coma on the spot. When he woke up again, a layer of skin had been torn off the world - he saw the balance of the bankbook hidden in the waistband of the boss next door, saw the camphor wood box buried three meters deep under his feet for hundreds of years, and saw the meridian qi and blood flowing in everyone's body. A cold electronic voice sounded in his mind: "The space system has been bound successfully. The initial space is ten cubic meters, and the time flow rate is zero." See through the divine eye and carry the space with you. He walked into the antique street with only three hundred yuan left in his pocket. In his eyes, a copper furnace sold as scrap copper was heavily gilded under the rust, and the words "Made in the Xuande Year of the Ming Dynasty" were clearly engraved on the bottom of the furnace. Three days later, the stove was auctioned for 870,000 yuan. From then on, there was no stopping it. On the stone quarry, green glass was cut out with one knife, and the whole place exploded. The owner of the mine from Myanmar came to pay his respects in person. In terms of medical skills, the clairvoyance of meridians and the lost ancient medical book in space allowed him to forcefully drag patients who were sentenced to death in large hospitals back to the world.
The money is there, the reputation is there. His ex-girlfriend turned around and begged to get back together, but he turned around and left. Relatives who were adding insult to injury approached him, but he stayed away. When the word "Linze" is mentioned in the antique shop, everyone has to weigh it. But behind the scenery, there is an undercurrent.
