Born in an ordinary working-class family in a third-tier city, the family has nothing to do with antiques. My father is an honest worker and has always hoped that he could have a "serious job." After graduating from college, he was unwilling to live a dreary nine-to-five job. When he went to a street stall, he spent a month's living expenses on a "broken bowl" based on his childhood interest in historical stories and an impulse. As a result, it was identified by an old expert as a masterpiece from the Republic of China period and he resold it for ten times the profit. This experience made him completely obsessed with the excitement of "realizing knowledge", and he plunged into the antique business from then on...
