Xia Houxiang never thought in his life that his destiny would be changed by a "broken bottle".
That day, he was grabbed by a stall owner in the antique city: "Handsome guy! Ming Dynasty Yongle blue and white plum vase, kept in the box for ten years, one million without counter-offer!"
The system was silent for three seconds, and two lines of text popped up——
"Counterfeit porcelain bottles from the Republic of China are not worth a dime."
"The bottle contains the original "White Picture of Shining Night", a rare national treasure and a priceless treasure."
Xia Houxiang: "... Brother, the bottom of your bottle has 'Republic of China' written on it."
The stall owner turned green and sold it for 800 yuan in the end.
He walked into Tianbao Building holding the bottle, and the appraiser didn't even raise his eyebrows: "It's fake, it's plastic imitation, and even if it's thirty dollars, I don't think my hands will be dirty."
Xia Houxiang didn't talk nonsense and picked up the bottle——
"Bang!"
Broken porcelain pieces were all over the floor, and he pulled out a roll of oil paper from it.
The appraiser's legs went weak: "Is this... A painting hidden in a bottle?!"
With ten inscriptions and seventeen red seals, old Mr. Zhan Guokun's hands were trembling: "It's true! What was destroyed in the fire that year... Illuminate the White Picture at Night!"
Two big guys competed for the painting, shouting from 80 million to 90 million.
Xia Houxiang held his cell phone, and the balance changed from 250 yuan to 1,000,000,000 yuan.
In the morning, he was eating instant noodles in the rental house, and in the evening he stayed in the presidential suite No. 999.
The landlord's sister cried and said that her father owed 43 million, so he casually transferred 100 million: "I want all of these buildings."
The system prompts: "The plot of land will soon be included in the core subway line, with an estimated increase of 3 billion."
Xia Houxiang: "... Am I picking up something? Am I picking up money?"
