At the class reunion, the rich second generation hugged the goddess Song Yuan had a crush on and mocked him in person for being a poor loser. He clenched his fists, but he couldn't afford even a glass of red wine.
Until he spent thirty yuan to pick up a broken bronze mirror at the flea market, and activated the [God-level treasure appraisal system] - the age, authenticity, and valuation, all at a glance!
From then on, I picked up ancient paintings from street stalls, cut off Huguan kilns in ghost markets, and gambled on stones to cut out imperial green with one knife. Those who looked down upon him knelt down and begged him for his hand.
However, Song Yuan donated the national treasure to the Forbidden City and smiled calmly: My eyes are looking at five thousand years of civilization, not your bronze odor.
