Shen Yan worked as a temporary restorer at the Sanjiang City Museum for five years, but after an exhibit accident, he was forced to take the blame and was kicked out of the museum circle in public.
His father is seriously ill, his old store is in debt, his girlfriend has broken up, and everyone is waiting to see him fall into the mud.
Until that rainy night, a cracked bronze bell rang in his palm.
"Don't throw me away. At tomorrow's auction, someone is trying to cheat me out of 30 million with fakes."
From then on, Shen Yan could hear the remaining echoes of the antique: who burned it, who repaired it, and who lied about it.
At the auction house, he exposed the sky-high fake furnace at a glance; in the antique street, he picked up lost porcelain pieces from the scrap pile; in the wealthy family's collection room, he reopened an old case that had been dusty for hundreds of years.
Others rely on money to buy antiques.
Shen Yan relied on antiques to tell the truth.
