The vendor kicked over Lin Qian's snakeskin bag, and the broken porcelain sliced his face: "Don't touch it if you don't have money. Your ancestors gave me this broken bowl!" Lin Qian, who was born again at the age of thirty-eight, wiped the blood, and his pupils shrank when his fingertips touched the broken porcelain - he heard the crisp sound of the Jingdezhen kiln fire exploding five hundred years ago. The loser who was fooled by counterfeit goods in his previous life and jumped into the river can now tell the age of the artifacts with his eyes closed. When he put the broken porcelain pieces together into a Ming-Chenghua colorful chicken cup and presented it to the expert appraisal team, the whole antique street went crazy. This time, he was waiting for the collectors who "starved" him to kneel down and beg him to sell their goods. The more exciting it is, the more exciting it is.
