Song Yan, former chief appraiser at Guardian Auction House, was framed by his partner Xu Zhicheng for "deliberately damaging a cultural relic." He lost everything and died in a basement with just thirty-seven yuan to his name.
When he opened his eyes, he was back in 2005, eighteen years old, with 203 yuan in his pocket.
He rushed into Panjiayuan and spent thirty yuan on a chipped bowl someone was using as an ashtray. It was a Chenghua doucai piece, worth at least four million.
Word got around. Xu Zhicheng, the man who had framed him in his previous life, showed up with a smile. "Little brother, let me sell it for you. We both win."
Song Yan looked at the string of "ancestral jadeite" around his neck: resin-treated B-grade goods.
"Mr. Xu, wearing that is bad for your health. Take it off."
In 2005, the antiques market was full of hidden treasures, and everyone was still asleep.
Only he had returned from hell, with twenty years of market trends in his head.
This time, he would personally send his enemies back into the abyss.
Then he would become the richest man in the country.
