Peerless Treasure Manual

"It's over, it's all over!" Zhang Can cursed in despair, feeling as if his heart had sunk to the deepest depths of hell.

Since entering the world of antiquities three years ago, Zhang Can had always been cautious, painstakingly earning small sums bit by bit, following the veterans of Antique Street and the old markets, learning from their experience. Over those three arduous years, he had managed to save two hundred thousand yuan of hard-earned money, and yet, in the blink of an eye, it had all vanished.

The story began three days earlier. Zhang Can was chatting and drinking tea at the shop of his old friend Su Senlin. Su Senlin, master appraiser at Old Stone Studio, was in his fifties and a notable figure in the Jin City antiquities trade, seasoned and astute. Zhang Can and Old Su were from the same hometown, and whenever Zhang Can picked up a small piece, he'd bring it to Old Su. It wasn't truly a lucky find; each item might earn him three or four hundred yuan, sometimes a thousand or two, and occasionally he’d even lose some. But Old Su would always help him minimize the loss.

Over the years, Zhang Can and Old Su had become close, and under Old Su's guidance, Zhang Can's skills improved. In this trade, no one dared claim to be the ultimate expert who never makes mistakes, but when it came to small items, Zhang Can rarely slipped up.

Yet, working in any field breeds the desire to rise above it, and Zhang Can was no exception. He dreamed of one day stumbling upon a major find, making a fortune, buying prop