I lost my job, lost my love, and my family member was critically ill. Three things hit me at the same time. I took out my treasured ancient coins to sell them at a low price, but the old man in the antique shop gave me a Luban lock and told me to "play with it until I understand it." Late that night when I figured it out, I entered a dilapidated ancient pawn shop. Two Qin soldiers stood in front of me and handed me a letter from home. "Please send the letter back to my hometown and give it to my mother." I came back after sending the letter and found that I had an ability - I could see the emotions from thousands of years ago hidden on every ancient coin. Genuine coins have stories, while counterfeit coins are dead and you can tell by touching them. Relying on this skill, I went from being heavily in debt to becoming the youngest appraisal expert in the industry. Later someone asked me, why am I so powerful at such a young age? I said: It's not that I'm great, it's that there are too many regrets in this world.
