Twenty-four years old, graduated from college, working in an auto repair shop.
His father ran away due to a foreign debt of 100,000 yuan due to gambling, and his mother was ill. He returned to Jiangnan City with his last 20 yuan.
That day when he was waiting for Uncle Zhang to borrow money at the scrapyard, he came across a dusty copper incense burner with his left hand——
Several images flashed through my mind: the pawnshop owner before liberation stuffed three gold bars into the mezzanine of the base of the incense burner.
When he smashed open the base and the gold bars rolled out, his hands shook violently.
Only then did he discover that his left hand could "see" the past and present lives of old things: the location where they were hidden, their true origins, and the secrets that no one knew.
Since then, there has been a young man rummaging through used goods every day at the Jiangnan City Scrap Depot.
What others see as rags becomes treasures in his hands: fragments of the Song Dynasty edition, old huanghuali chairs, military medals, old machine tools...
He picked up leaks, repaired them, opened a store, broadcast live, and built a platform to make the business bigger and bigger.
The envious ones, the stumbling ones, and those who want to include him are all lining up.
Zhao Lei sent fake goods to trick him, but he exposed them on the spot; when someone lowered the price to grab the goods, he sold them at a sky-high price; his peers hired people to write negative reviews, but he brought back all the traffic in a live broadcast.
Until his father suddenly came back, the warehouse was stolen, and millions of antique clocks disappeared——
There were only records of his father's comings and goings in the surveillance, and everyone said it was his father who did it.
Only Lin Mo knew that the truth was not like this.
He touched the empty clock box with his left hand, and what appeared on the screen was Zhao Lei climbing over the wall to move goods.
From a scrap heap to a billionaire empire, it does not depend on luck.
It's his hands that can see the past and present lives of old things, and he accepts death and never bows his head.
