> The day the auction house fired me, a chipped bowl crashed into me and started crying.
> From then on, I could hear the thoughts of all things: fakes cried out that they were innocent, genuine antiques begged for help, and even ancestral tablets cursed people for being unfilial.
> A chipped bowl that cost 3 yuan sold for 80,000; a lousy painting from a street stall turned out to be a one-of-a-kind piece missing for a century.
> Treasures from across the city lined up, begging me to take them home.
> But no one knew that the bowl's thoughts concealed an auction-house scandal from 20 years ago...
