Chen Mo, 28 years old, a former middle-level worker in a large factory who has been unemployed for three months, supports himself by delivering food. His grandfather was a rag collector and taught him a saying: "Good things are hidden where no one looks."
On the day of layoffs, he kicked over a trash can and encountered a piece of broken porcelain with his fingertips. Suddenly a blue light exploded in front of his eyes - he saw a kiln worker crying in front of the kiln fire three hundred years ago. He had burned blue and white porcelain all his life, and only this one was left as a dowry for his daughter.
The system pops up a line of words in the brain: "Emotional imprint: affectionate. Current market perception: 30 yuan. True value: immeasurable."
Three months later, at the auction, the silver appraiser from the Treasure Appraisal Guild pointed at the broken porcelain in Chen Mo's hand and sneered: "rags picked up from the trash." Chen Mo stretched out his hand to touch the porcelain, and blue light flashed in his eyes: "You are wrong. This blue and white piece is an orphan from the imperial kiln during the Wanli period. The kiln worker's daughter died of the plague. Before his death, he burned his lifelong thoughts into this lotus pattern."
There was silence. The gold-level appraiser stood up, his voice trembling: "How could you possibly see that story?"
Chen Mo gently put the porcelain piece back on the stand: "Because it has always been there.
