Xu Cheng was the lowliest apprentice on Antique Street, an orphan ordered around by everyone.
Then, at the moment he nearly died, his divine eye awakened.
“This bowl? An imperial kiln piece from the Yongzheng reign of the Qing dynasty, worth eight million.”
“This painting? An authentic work by Tang Bohu, with a hidden clue in the signature.”
“This stone? Imperial green jade. One cut and you’ll have enough to last three lifetimes.”
Experts gaped in disbelief, crooked dealers fell to their knees begging for mercy, and wealthy families lined up to hand him money.
No one could figure it out: what made this poor kid so special?
Xu Cheng only smiled.
I have the eye. Do you?
The more I look at it, the more I like it!
Beautiful, very satisfying. Thank you teacher.