Under the cover of night, in the city of Jiangcheng, Shen Qiu had locked himself inside a temporary rented house.

The room was furnished with a wooden bookshelf, neatly arranged with various antiques, porcelain paintings and calligraphy. There were Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain, Ming Dynasty white porcelain jars, Qing Dynasty red porcelain plates, and countless works of calligraphy by famous people.

Over a hundred pieces of antique collectibles lined the wooden shelves, but sadly none of them were genuine. Without exception, they were all fakes and forgeries.

In just three years, Shen Qiu had lost all of his fortune. A high-end pawnshop, two sets of real estate, and three luxury cars, tens of millions of assets were squandered.

Since Shen Qiu Xing, he has repeatedly lost money by investing blindly and has never made a profit. In this city, he is also known as a fool who is easily tricked.

My father suffered a stroke and passed away from anger, my mother also relapsed and was hospitalized. When my friends found out the truth, they immediately blocked me on WeChat.

Could it be that I'm truly not cut out for this line of work? Am I, Shen Qiu, destined to be a sinner in the Shen family? Destined to be ridiculed for life?

Shen Qiu stood in front of the shelves, tears streaming down her face. She looked deep within herself, her eyes filled with stubbornness and unwillingness. Ancient artifacts had brought her to ruin, causing her to lose everything and go from a lavishly spending second generation rich kid to someone everyone laughed at.

Suddenly, he raised a Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain high in the air and smashed it onto the concrete ground with a resounding clang.

Damn it! Go to hell with your blue and white porcelain!

Go to hell with your white porcelain vase! Smash it!

Clang! Clang!

I don't want Tang Bohu's paintings anymore! Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, get out of here! I'm done with this!

Shen Qiu smashed all the porcelain paintings on the shelf. He had fallen to this state, every antique in the house was an accomplice! Not a single tile was innocent!

Smash smash smash! Break it all!

The room was in utter disarray. On the shelves, there remained only a single round-bellied bottle.

That was a treasure that Shen Qiu had spent eight million yuan to buy from her antique shop friend. It was said to be a genuine kiln-fired white bottle, but when it was taken back for appraisal, it turned out to be a high imitation counterfeit from the Republic of China period.

The thing that Shen Qiu couldn't accept the most was that it wasn't a porcelain bottle at all. Experts analyzed that it was probably an urn used to hold ashes during the Republic of China period.

Crematorium?

Shen Qiu actually took the urn back as if it were a blue-and-white porcelain vase? 8 million to get back one urn?

Later, Shen Qiu learned that the so-called good friends had set him up and tricked him with a fake urn, swindling his family's pawnshop worth millions.

And thus, Shen Qiu became the biggest joke in Jiangcheng. Overnight, almost everyone in the antique world knew that a foolish second-generation rich kid spent eight million yuan on a Republic of China urn for ashes...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

To hell with the crematorium! Smash it!

Shen Qiu furiously rose, the white urn of ashes crashing to the ground. His heart shattered into pieces along with it.

However, the moment the ashes touched the ground, a white light exploded from within, *poof*, bursting into Shen Qiu's brow.

Ah!

Shen Qiu first felt a strong heat, then his head went blank.

"Wake up..."

My head is splitting!

Who is speaking!

From now on, you shall be me, and I shall be you!

A flood of memories!

His eyes flashed with images of various porcelain, paintings, jade, and stationery articles, as well as many memories about the collection of curios and feng shui knowledge...

This… What is this… What's going on?

My mind seems to have randomly acquired a lot of memories about antique collecting! From small things like walnut knuckles to large items like calligraphy by famous people, rare stones and jewels, I know them all!

He suddenly picked up a fragment of an urn from the ground. It happened to have several Chinese characters engraved on it.

Wang Qianshi!

...Wang Qian Shi...

He suddenly felt that the name sounded familiar. Suddenly, he remembered it.

Could it be Wang Qianshi, the collector master from the Republic of China era mentioned in the antique collection book? A man who collected enough to fill ten museums throughout his life!

Could this be Wang Qianshi's urn?

Shen Qiu pinched himself hard, only then did he react. Because he had smashed his urn, he inexplicably possessed all of his lifelong collection experience!

He casually picked up a piece of jade green jade from the ground.

This is a lucky charm made of jade, with a round shape and a square opening in the center.

This peace charm was also introduced by a good friend. The boss claimed at the time that it was high-quality Hetian jade, with a smooth surface and rounded edges. It also had an extremely rare "mountains and rivers" scene inside. Buying it for 300,000 yuan could turn a profit several times over if resold.

Shen Qiu took the jade buckle and glanced at it, immediately noticing the flaws within.

The material of the jade pendant is actually not Hetian jade, but Bluestone from Shaanxi. The landscape painting in the middle is also artificially carved, and the traces of hand-grinding can be seen at a glance!

This amulet wouldn't cost more than a few hundred dollars. Back then, those thugs cheated him out of 300,000!

Shen Qiu continued to glance at the other "treasures" in the house, able to discern authenticity with a single look.

It's unbelievable!

Shen Qiu took a deep breath, his heart pounding with excitement. He had the memories of the Celestial Treasure Appraiser! With this, he was sure to avenge himself and restore the Shen family's honor!

"Ring ring... Ring ring..."

A frantic bell rang, interrupting Shen Qiu's daydreams. The hospital nurse on the other end of the line spoke in a cold, emotionless voice: "Shen Qiu, come to the hospital as soon as possible. Your family account is already in debt by 13,000 yuan. If you don't pay, your family will have to be discharged early."

Shen Qiu hung up the phone and rushed out the door. The hospital was urging him again about his mother's medical expenses.

With only a few hundred yuan left in his pocket, it was certainly not enough to cover his medical expenses. He had originally planned to go to his relatives and borrow money, but now he hesitated for a moment before tucking the remaining few hundred yuan into his pocket and walking towards the antique market.

Jiangcheng is a nationally famous historical city, especially its antique market is particularly prosperous. Just talking about the antique stalls on both sides of the street, there are hundreds of them, and every day, there are bizarre stories of picking up treasures.

When Shen Qiu stepped into the antique street, he immediately drew the attention of the stall owners.

"Isn't this Mr. Shen? The one who bought a million dollar urn! He's come to the antique street again for treasure hunting today!"

"That's what it means to be rich, not losing tens of thousands every day is a shame!"

"Shen, come to me! I have the best goods here, guaranteed to make you rich when you sell them hehe!"

The hawkers on both sides chatted incessantly, their voices loud and grating as they purposely rubbed salt into Shen Qiu's wounds, even though they knew he was utterly broken.

Shen Qiu had become accustomed to these people's ridicule. Wang Qian Shi's memory allowed him to realize something, especially in the antique business, it was all about mindset. While everyone else was drunk, he remained sober, choosing only the purest red.

The antique stalls are crowded and bustling, with treasures galore on display. Porcelain, famous paintings, and calligraphy scrolls are all available, but the market is rife with fakes and replicas. Most items are ordinary and lack value. To find a truly valuable treasure, one needs both sharp eyesight and a bit of luck.

As they were almost halfway there, Shen Qiu unintentionally stopped her steps and lingered in front of a stall selling gold and silver jewelry.

The boss's stall mainly deals in gold and silver jewelry. There are many different kinds of things here, from glittering golden hairpins, necklaces, and bracelets to silver bangles, rosaries, rings, and other ornaments. They even have ancient silver ingots and horseshoe-shaped gold bars.

Shen Qiu's eyes lingered on a wooden headdress at the stall.

It was an ordinary wooden headdress, shaped like a crescent moon. Two peach blossoms were carved on either side of the headpiece, and the overall color was dark. Upon closer inspection, the design was outdated, the craftsmanship rough, and even the center of the peaches wasn't depicted.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, a beautiful woman suddenly took the lead.

A woman with a neat ponytail, looking to be in her twenties, wore sunglasses and carried a small bag. She was dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, her figure proud and commanding. Her presence radiated a refreshing scent of jasmine.

Someone snatched the wooden headdress from Shen Qiu before she could reach it, swiftly taking it in hand. Their actions were practiced and showed the telltale signs of a seasoned antique dealer.

Shén Qiū was speechless for a moment. According to the rules of the antique business, whoever sees it first gets it. He had finally found something he liked, but this young man had gotten there first.

The fat boss beamed upon seeing it, and rushed up to flatter her: "You have sharp eyes, young lady! This is the treasure from the bottom of my box!"

The fat boss hadn't finished speaking when the pretty girl shook her head and said, "Enough with the flattery! I must have been mistaken. This is just ordinary pine wood, I almost thought it was yellow rosewood!"

The beautiful woman handed a wooden ornament to Shen Qiu, "Shen Da, I'm giving this back to you..."

Shen Qiu immediately relaxed. Looking closely, the headdress was just something an ordinary peasant family would use. Poor families couldn't afford gold or silver jewelry, so they'd just find a decent-looking branch to make do. The material was pinewood, the cheapest kind of wood imaginable, with no real value and certainly no collector's value.