I was set up by a top boss in the antique industry and lost all my money. My girlfriend embraced me in public and called me a waste.
On the day I was desperate, I set up a shabby stall in Panjiayuan. Unexpectedly, when I held those old objects, I could feel the years in my palms - the cracks could speak, the pulp was whispering, and even the jade seal that had been buried for thousands of years shouted for help in my ears.
Everyone was waiting to see my joke. I picked up a piece of broken stone that was used to support the table leg with my backhand. When I cut it open, it turned out to be imperial green.
My ex-girlfriend came back with red eyes and begged to get back together. I hugged the new goddess and smiled: Sorry, you are kneeling on the wrong grave.
**From the poor loser who sets up a street stall, to the master treasure appraiser who makes the entire collecting world tremble - I want them to finish this game on their knees one by one. **
