I Sell Ancient Antiques from Yiwu to the Past, and Make a Killing

On his first day at work, Shen Changming was set up. He didn’t earn a cent, and ended up owing his boss eight million yuan. With nowhere else to turn, he could only set up a stall selling counterfeit goods to pay him back, becoming the first person to pay out of pocket just to work. But why were so many people buying his fakes? A pure industrial-glass bottle he’d made just last week was traded for a fine jade pendant. A beer-bottle-glass ring shaped like an emerald was bought with real jade. Even the imperial jade seal made of resin was bought with real gold and silver. He thought he’d spend the rest of his life quietly getting rich, until one day someone came to him clutching a broken pair of pottery figurines, eyes red with tears. “This is the token of love my wife gave me. Could you possibly repair it?” At last, the professional knowledge he’d neglected for years came in handy. “Sure! If the money’s right, I can do it!”