Before meeting the unknown old lama, my dull life was just a pool of stagnant water. A hawker struggling at the bottom of the cultural toy market, his talent is not appreciated, and he spends his days working with bracelets and Dzi beads.
Until by chance, the old lama gave him the initiation, and a "knowledge store" that had been sealed deep in the consciousness suddenly opened.
From then on, thousand-year-old ancient objects will shine with golden light in his eyes, and all kinds of treasures will "tell" the past and present life under his palm. The heat of porcelain, the color of jade, the rust of bronze... All the codes of time are invisible to him.
Is it the gift of talent or the shackles of fate? In this business where gold and clay are mixed, how will Shen Hui use his ability to appraise treasures and people's hearts?
I think the author of the novel is also a novelist. What is meant by picking up omissions? It means that you can only pick up omissions by not letting others know the true situation.
I think the author of the novel is also a novelist. What is meant by picking up omissions? It means that you can only pick up omissions by not letting others know the true situation.