Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Setting up a Stall in Panjiayuan, We Started Picking up Missing Items and Becoming Gods.

Lu Zhixing is the poorest stall owner in Panjiayuan and the last descendant of the antique family. You are so poor that you eat dirt, you don't have a good mouth, and you can laugh your way back to poverty even if you are laughed at as "a college student sells rags". Until that day, he touched the half piece of residual jade left by his grandfather - a scene suddenly flashed before his eyes: a pair of strong hands holding a carving knife, cutting lines on the jade material, the knife technique was exactly the same as what his grandfather had drawn in his notes. He found that when he touched ancient objects, he could see "afterimages" - fragmentary images on the objects, kiln fire, the hands of the craftsmen, blood stains on the battlefield... They were not answers, but clues. You have to rely on your own reasoning to restore the truth. Others rely on perspective to identify treasures, while others rely on reasoning. There is almost no residual image on the fake, and you will know it is fake as soon as you touch it. The older the real thing is, the stronger the afterimage will be. When it reaches a certain level, the life of the artifact can be played forward in front of his eyes. Cost? Headaches, nosebleeds, and even dizziness in severe cases. Free 3D movies with physical feedback. From picking up missing Tang mirrors for RMB 300 in a ghost market, to gambling on stones and cutting out high-yang green with one knife, to exposing the counterfeit bureau in the antique city in public - Lu Zhixing relied on one-handed afterimage deduction to force his way from a Panjiayuan street stall to an auction house in the provincial capital. But the antique business was deeper than he thought. Local snake Ma Kui set up a trap to trap him, and the great collector He Donglai secretly kept an eye on him. The truth about his grandfather's bankruptcy gradually emerged... Things don't speak, but traces don't lie. Lu Zhixing touched the dried blood scab on his nose and smiled: "Okay, I'm alive again."