Reborn, I Know the Value of Antiques Inside Out

That's ridiculous! A family of root carving masters couldn't even tell what kind of wood the cabinet was made of?

I don't know if the author sold their account, but there are errors in character names everywhere in the text. I'm outta here.

It hasn't even started yet, and it already feels like a formulaic story.

Looking at this introduction, I thought I had gone back to ten years ago.

Someone's agreed on a 70 million deal, and you, a complete stranger, suddenly appear and tell the buyer it's fake, "Don't buy it!" Does that mean the seller will quit? And then there's the part where you tell buyers in an antique shop it's fake, "Don't buy it!"

Renaissance It made me think I had been reborn.

I won't say anything else, I'll just say one thing: reading this kind of garbage book is not even worth the electricity you spend charging your phone!

I discovered that the author came to Qidian from another platform because their writing was too toxic. Unable to make a living there, they came here to harm people. I really advise the author to stop writing books; if you can't make money, go work in a factory tightening screws.

What started off well turned into one frustrating situation: the protagonist, with his newfound abilities, becomes incredibly arrogant. Couldn't he have been more tactful with the dzi bead description? If Mr. Huang didn't understand the jargon, a subtle hint would have sufficed. Instead, the protagonist ruined the appraiser's career and offended the seller—70 million!

Super brain-draining effect on elementary school students' IQ