>The day the auction house fired me, a broken bowl hit me and I cried.
> From now on, I can hear the voices of all things - the fake ones cry out for injustice, the authentic ones cry out for help, and even the ancestral tablets scold people for being unfilial.
> A broken bowl that cost 3 yuan was resold for 80,000 yuan; a bad painting on a street stall turned out to be an orphan that had been missing for a hundred years.
> Babies all over the city are queuing up to beg me to take them home.
> But no one knows that in the heart of that bowl, there is a shady story about the auction house from 20 years ago...
