Shen Qinghe opened a run-down shop in Antique Street. It didn't open for three months, and the landlord pressed for rent every day. Until she picked up a jade pendant from a street stall - overnight, all the antiques in the house came to life.
A Republic of China incense burner chased her and called "Director", a 500-pound bronze tripod complained that it was kicked on the waist, and a Yongle vase cried and begged not to use it as a pickle vat. What others see as rags, in her ears is a group of family members waiting for food.
By mediating antique disputes, she became the poorest but busiest "neighborhood committee director" in the antique street. As soon as the business started to pick up, a cultural relics dealer named Zhou Yan came to the door - he held four murder weapons in his hands, and each one screamed for injustice. He wanted to use the relics of the Craftsman God to awaken all the ancient relics in a city for his own use, but she just wanted to shut up the two thousand years of injustice.
Only then did Shen Qinghe realize that three generations of the Shen family were tied to this struggle. Because of this, my grandfather retreated, my father kept silent, and she was already standing at the center of the storm. She only had a half-severed sword and a roomful of antiques in her hands. Opposite her was a tomb robber with a net worth of tens of millions. If you lose, you will still be unable to pay the rent. If you win, you will uproot the entire underground industry chain.
When Mancheng Antiques spoke at the same time - it was her ultimatum to Zhou Yan.
