I Asked You to Collect Scrap, So Why Did You Bring Back a Heap of National Treasures?

[Antique Appraisal] + [System] + [Bargain Hunting] + [Stone Gambling] + [Scrap Collecting] + [Face-Slapping]

Chen Mo was dumped by his girlfriend in front of everyone.

“You’re just a junk collector at Panjiayuan. You can’t give me a future.”

She posted a photo of herself holding the arm of her new boyfriend, a man with a luxury car.

Chen Mo didn’t make a scene. He pedaled his tricycle to a condemned old house to collect scrap.

Among a pile of old things, he pulled out a filthy bowl, its red glaze darkened almost to black, and was about to weigh it by the jin.

A ding rang in his mind, and the [Antique Appraisal Eye System] appeared.

Kangxi reign, Qing dynasty. Small bowl with phoenix medallion pattern in underglaze red. Genuine. Estimated value: 120,000 yuan.

He paid eight yuan, and the old lady was over the moon.

Eight yuan turned into 120,000. And that was only the first find.

A seal by Tang Bohu dug out of a shaft;

Chenghua porcelain reassembled from broken shards;

A Qianlong seal picked up at a foreigner’s street stall;

Others threw them away as junk. He collected them as treasures.

A reporter asked, “Museum director, how did you get this museum started?”

Chen Mo replied, “National treasures kept popping out of heaps of junk. I had to give them somewhere to live.”