Lu Chen was once the most talented cultural relic restorer in the industry.
After a frame-up, he was expelled and banned, and he returned to his hometown scrapyard to move goods in despair.
"A rag collector is also qualified to handle cultural relics?"
He said nothing and took out a bronze mirror from the scrap metal.
The moment my fingertips touched the copper surface, the past and present life of the artifact flooded into my mind——
The iron pot that cost three yuan was a unique item from the Xuande official kiln, and was purchased with a provincial investment of 350,000 yuan.
A broken painting bought for five yuan, an authentic work by Shi Tao, sold for 550,000 yuan.
The wooden box bought for three yuan hides the secrets of the Republic of China and brings out the grievances between two generations.
From the scrapyard to the antique city, the faces of those who laughed at him grew longer and longer.
And deep in the bronze mirror, there was another voice waiting for him.
