A Thousand Years of Immortality: Museum Security Guard

Chen Xuan had worked as a museum security guard for ten years, earning a monthly salary of three thousand yuan. Nobody ever gave him a second look. He could identify the age of every artifact by touch, even with his eyes closed. He hadn't memorized it; he'd watched them being made with his own eyes. Then the museum's prized treasure was declared a fake, and the museum found itself facing a 3.8-billion-yuan lawsuit. "I carved the seal on this painting with my own hands." The leading authentication expert dropped to his knees on the spot. That seal had been lost for twelve hundred years. After that, wealthy people from all over the world queued for three months just to have him examine an item. When a centenarian in the capital saw him, tears streamed down his face. "Sir, it's been twelve hundred years. How have you not aged a bit?" Chen Xuan sighed. He couldn't even hold on to his job as a guard, and these people had eyes that were just asking for trouble.