Siping City, Science and Technology Building.

Lin Han stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the bustling traffic below with a dull expression.

There were bruises on his face, his clothes were torn, and he was holding a cell phone bag covered in mud.

"Today is the last time I'll collect the surgery fee. If you don't pay, I'll take your father back home to prepare for his funeral!"

"Why borrow money? Can you afford to pay it back? Your mother didn't listen to me and insisted on marrying your father, that loser. When he dies, I will find your mother a better one..."

"Xiao Han, it's not that I don't want to lend you the money. My family is also in trouble. I just spent 2 million to renovate my villa. So, I will give you a red envelope."

Lin Han excitedly opened the red envelope and almost smashed the phone in his hand when he saw the amount.

250?

"Lin Han, how dare you ask my family to return the betrothal gift? Your parents forced it on my family in the first place!"

"You poor bastard! We are done, don't bother me again!"

Beep, beep—

A sudden car accident made Lin Han realize the ugly faces of everyone around him.

When I received the news that my father had been in a car accident.

Lin Han, who was crossing the road, felt numb all over.

Until he was hit by a BMW, Lin Han thought that there was always a way out and that the money for his father's surgery had been settled.

But until I saw four bald men getting out of the BMW.

Before Lin Han could get up, he was hit by a cannon hammer and a big foot.

After the fight, he was thrown into the green belt.

Now, Lin Han would be liberated if he took one step forward.

But thinking of his father who urgently needed surgery and his lonely and helpless mother, he backed off.

Ding-ling-ling——

The cell phone suddenly rang, and Lin Han subconsciously clicked to answer it, but the broken screen showed no response.

Lin Han looked at the iPhone 14 in his handbag with a wry smile. It cost him two months' salary.

I spent 10,000 yuan to prepare a token of love for my girlfriend.

No need to give now!

Lin Han replaced the SIM card and turned on the phone.

"He can make pancakes, but he drinks medicine very quickly. Dalang, it's time to drink medicine!"

Oh my god!

Lin Han's mentality exploded instantly. These damn phones are all fake!

"Oh my god, you are kidding me!"

Boom Card——

In broad daylight, a bolt of thunder suddenly rolled down.

Lin Han's body was stiff as he watched the thunder strike him. His feet slipped and he fell from the roof.

"Damn God! You are so cruel!"

Just when Lin Han thought he was about to get rid of this world, a voice suddenly appeared in Lin Han's mind.

"Congratulations on becoming the 10 billionth person to curse the sky and receiving the Dragon King's inheritance."

"Unlock the first skill: Eye of True Vision. Break through illusions, face the truth, and see through everything."

What the hell?

Lin Han's heart was shocked.

Golden finger?

Unlocked it when you jumped off the building?

Lin Han opened his eyes in a hurry, but what he saw before him was a scene of rapid falling. In just a moment, he saw the ground.

Oh no!

I'm going to die!

"boom!"

The figure fell, blood spilt, plasma splattered, and the crowd around him immediately scattered with screams.

The next moment, the blood plasma gathered on the falling person's body like crawling red ants. In less than ten seconds, Lin Han stood up from the ground.

The crowd was stunned. One of them even took out his cell phone and made a call:

"Hello, is this 110? There are aliens here!"

Lin Han looked at his hands in astonishment, then touched his body.

In perfect condition!

I fell from a building several dozen meters high, but I was totally intact!

Wait, what inheritance did I get?

At this moment, a patrolman ran over, grabbed Lin Han and said:

"Who asked you to perform magic here? Come back with me!"

Lin Han glanced at him and was immediately shocked.

Then paragraphs of text appeared on the patrolman's body.

"Pure cotton police uniform, useful life: 1 year, value: 300."

"BK-DS03 Mounted Police Helmet, Useful Life: 1 Year, Value: 500."

“CFMOTO 650TR-G, 4 months old, 90% new, value: 55,000.”

Lin Han said in astonishment:

"Oh my god, is this true?"

"What's true or false? You are disturbing public order, you know that? Follow me!"

Before Lin Han could react, he was taken to the motorcycle by the police. The moment he came out of the police station, his brain had not yet fully reacted.

At this time, the streets were busy with cars and people coming and going.

But wherever he looked, strange words and even graphics were floating all over the world.

"Audi A6, Years of Use: 3 Years, Value: 200,000 Yuan."

“BMW X5, age: 1 year, 80% new, value: 600,000 yuan.”

"Santana 2000 Syrian war-damaged version, service life 20 years, number of overhauls: 0, value: 4,500 yuan, remaining life: 5 seconds... 2 seconds... 1 second..."

The text became redder and redder, and the next moment, the Santana 2000, which had almost become an antique car, shut down and stopped on the side of the road, with steam starting to come out of the front of the car.

At this time, the text changed again:

"Scrapped version of Santana 2000, net weight 800 kilograms, value: 1,600 yuan."

this……

It is the eye of real-time identification!

Lin Han's heart was shaken violently.

With this pair of eyes, my archaeological expertise will be greatly enhanced!

And now I have the money to treat my father’s illness!

Lin Han instantly thought of the antique street where he worked!

Life or death depends on these eyes!

Returning to the antique street, Lin Han began to scan the stalls on the ground.

It’s just that the so-called antique street has long become a gathering place for scammers in today’s society!

"Blue and white porcelain bowl, a defective product of modern industry, value: 15 yuan."

"Clay doll, handmade ornament, material red clay, value: 30."

"Necklace, industrial product, made of copper-nickel alloy with a bit of lead. It won't grow if you touch it too much. Value: 15."

Lin Han walked along, shaking his head all the way.

None of the things sold at the street stalls were real. After looking around, the most valuable item was a Zippo lighter, worth $150.

Lin Han sighed and looked towards the antique shop where he worked.

"I asked for leave today, and I don't know what's going on in the store!"

As Lin Han was thinking about this, his body involuntarily walked towards the store.

Just then, a middle-aged man walked into the store with a panicked look on his face, holding something.

Lin Han glanced at it inadvertently and was suddenly shocked.

"Ming dynasty purple clay teapot, Zhengde period of the Ming dynasty, took 453 years to make, craftsman: Gongchun, the spout is damaged, the lid is missing, value: 3 million."

As a student majoring in archaeology, Lin Han is very familiar with the name "Gongchun"!

Almost all the purple clay teapots in later generations were imitated from his teapot shape, and a school of purple clay teapots was derived:

Gongchun pot.

There are even fewer works of Gongchun himself that have been handed down, and each one is a rare treasure!

If I accept this pot myself, the commission alone will be over 100,000!

My father’s medical expenses will be able to alleviate the urgent need!

Lin Han was standing across the street and took a sneak peek into the store. He saw Zhou Ting, who was in charge of reception, talking to the middle-aged man.

However, Song Cheng, who was originally responsible for identifying antiques, disappeared.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

As soon as Lin Han picked up the phone and put it to his ear, he heard Zhou Ting's anxious voice.

"Lin Han, where have you been? Manager Song is not here, and you didn't come either. Do you still want to work?"

Song Cheng is not here?

Lin Han was delighted and quickly hung up the phone and ran back to the store.

When Zhou Ting saw Lin Han, her face suddenly darkened. She handed the purple clay teapot to Lin Han without any care and said:

"Look at this pot, will our family accept it?"

Lin Han took the pot and looked like he didn't take it seriously, but his heart was almost trembling. He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and glanced at the middle-aged man.

Seeing his panic-stricken expression and wandering eyes, and looking at the dark soil on the pot in his hand, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

broken!

This guy looks like a dirtbag!

Could this have just been dug out?

If so, then this pot is a cultural relic!

At this moment, the middle-aged man said:

"Well, where is the appraiser in your store? The one named Song Cheng, isn't he here?"

Zhou Ting was stunned when she heard this, glanced at the man, and said disdainfully:

"You have a broken pot, and you still need Manager Song to appraise it?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly upon hearing this, and reached out to take the pot back, saying:

“I’m not selling it anymore!”

Lin Han sneered when he heard this, put away the pot and said in a deep voice:

"Zhou Ting, call the police!"

"This is something that has just been unearthed. It is a cultural relic!"

"Buying and selling cultural relics is illegal, don't you know?"

The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he said hurriedly:

"No! Don't call the police!"

"The pot is for you! I don't want it anymore!"

Having said that, the middle-aged man turned and left.

Lin Han looked at the middle-aged man as he left and immediately sighed.

Although the pot was left behind, I'm afraid the commission is going to be lost.

In antique shops like this, some fearless people will indeed purchase some cultural relics and sell them privately.

The owner of this shop is just a hobby and is strictly prohibited from buying and selling cultural relics.

At this moment, a playful voice said in surprise:

"Don't move!"

"Put down that pot!"

When Lin Han heard this, he looked up and saw the nominal owner of this antique shop, Shen Nianyi, walking in. She was looking at the purple clay teapot in Lin Han's hand in astonishment.

Shen Nianyi walked over quickly, took the pot carefully, looked at it carefully, and said with a click of the tongue:

"This pot...could it be..."

"Gongchun pot!"

Lin Han said in a deep voice:

"Judging from the quality, it should be about 450 years old. There are two characters "Gongchun" on the handle of the pot, and the words "Shou Sui Zhi You" are written on the belly of the pot. The color is chestnut, like bronze. It is a Gongchun pot with a large door!"

"only……"

As Lin Han spoke, his expression suddenly darkened:

"Manager Shen, this pot... is very likely a cultural relic, and it was just unearthed!"

"Add to that its historical significance, and it is entirely possible that it could be included in the category of a national treasure!"