My parents are antique dealers.

In the late 1980s, my family lived in a villa, drove a luxury car, had bodyguards when we went out, and had a nanny at home.

In 1991, my parents fired the servants, sold the house and all the valuable items in the house, planned to go to the Western Regions to buy "Buddha Dzi Beads", and entrusted me to Uncle Tang.

Before I left, my parents told me that they would be back in six months at the latest.

But I waited for a whole year and there was no news from my parents.

Moreover, Uncle Tang suddenly fell seriously ill and was bedridden.

Aunt Tang took all of Uncle Tang's belongings and ran away with a little yellow guy.

For the first time in my life, I felt infinite panic.

In order to support myself and my uncle Tang who was seriously ill, I joined the "Pants Drag Party" at the age of eight.

At the entrance of the train station, he stared at the passengers coming out, pulled their pants, and sold them fake Yuan Datou. If they didn't pay them, they wouldn't be allowed to leave.

There are about ten of us "pants draggers", all eight or nine-year-old children, controlled by an eighteen-year-old boy named "Brother Cong".

Each person's daily task is twenty yuan, and we are given one yuan and two to buy steamed buns to eat.

If he can't get the money, Brother Cong will beat people.

Because I was the youngest, I often failed to complete tasks and was beaten the most and suffered the most.

I remember one time when it was snowing and there were few tourists, I only had five yuan.

Brother Cong pulled me to the pressure well and banged my head against the well. He hit me hard and yelled at me for being a fool.

There was a big gash in my head and there was a lot of blood.

Brother Cong pooped and peed, mixed it with the snow, and stuffed the snowball into my wound.

He stood aside, watching my head spurting out blood and feeling extremely painful. He put his hands on his hips and laughed: "A stupid dog that can't eat fresh shit! Hahaha!"

The pain of the wound, the biting snow, the smell of feces and urine...

I will never forget that humiliating feeling in my life.

At that time, I swore that from now on I would make Brother Cong’s life worse than death.

That day, I almost crawled back to Uncle Tang's house.

I didn't get a penny, so I cooked lard soup and ate it.

Put a little bit of lard made from discarded meat picked up from the vegetable market and a chopped green onion into the boiling water. One bowl for Uncle Tang and one bowl for yourself.

Uncle Tang was drinking soup on the bed, looking at the blood seeping from my forehead, and cried.

He showed me two photos.

One is my dad's and the other is my mom's.

My dad hung the golden bell upside down on the tree, his eyes were gouged out, and his pupils were bloody and bloody.

My mother was lying on the ground like a frog, with steel nails as long as a baby's arms nailed to her limbs.

"Antique Jianghu, your father's name is 'Ghost Eye' and your mother's name is 'Buddha's Hand'. They were killed six months ago."

"They won't let you enter this cruel industry. But you are too young and miserable. My uncle can't bear to see you."

"Three days later, someone comes to see you. Follow that person and study hard. Don't forget about your uncle."

I haven't had time to ask why.

Uncle Tang's eyes suddenly bulged, foaming at the mouth, a beast-like roar coming from his throat, and he died.

He committed suicide by taking poison.

The poison is paraquat.

When the police arrived, they found a suicide note under Uncle Tang's pillow.

The suicide note repeatedly emphasized one thing: "Don't send Su Chen to the orphanage, his sister will come to pick her up."

I don't have a sister.

But three days later, I met a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a ponytail.

She is more beautiful than any TV star I have ever seen. She looks like a fairy walking out of a painting, but her expression is very cold. She asked me to call her "Sister Jiu'er".

The first thing Sister Jiuer asked me was: "Do you want revenge?"

My teeth were about to break and I nodded.

Sister Jiuer took out a fake Yuan Datou from my pocket and asked, "What is this?"

I replied: "Yuan Datou, Brother Cong used it to defraud me. It is copied by a small workshop and costs 80 cents."

Sister Jiuer snorted coldly and said, "I said it is real and worth 20,000."

I said stubbornly: "It's fake! I've really seen it!"

When Sister Jiuer heard this, she slapped me to the ground.

Blood suddenly flowed from the corner of my mouth, and I stared at her fiercely.

Sister Jiuer said: "Remember! Whether an antique is true or false depends entirely on your opinion. Antiques are not about playing with antiques, but playing with people! If I say it is real, it is real!"

The first lesson of enlightenment.

A fake Yuan Datou and a big ear scraper.

Sister Jiuer took me all over the country and taught me reading, literacy and various other skills.

For the first time, I learned that antiques depend on the body for food.

The eyes are poisonous to distinguish objects, the ears are keen to hear sounds, the mouth is sharp to interpret scriptures, the tongue is sharp to discern truth, the nose is sensitive to smell, and the hands and feet are able to play with the world!

I once wore a blindfold to read the Chinese New Year seal characters that were shaking as fast as mosquitoes, listened to people whispering in the vegetable market ten meters away, stripped off my clothes at minus 20 degrees Celsius, recited classical Chinese medicine with ice in my mouth, and licked Wada with my hot and swollen tongue.

The jade also tells the year, and the snuff bottle boiled with more than a dozen Chinese herbal medicines smells the temperature when the pot was taken out of the oven...

Even, capture and fight killing skills!

Sister Jiuer told me: "Being skilled is equal to being thunderous! You are the king when you are alive, and you are a pile of rubble when you die!"

During those years, I followed Sister Jiuer and saw a lot.

Because of antiques, some people have gone from poverty to riches overnight, from wealthy businessmen to begging on the streets, from having a loving wife and filial piety to having a broken family...

Is this the antique world?

I have no idea.

Because Sister Jiuer said that I was not familiar with my skills, had a volatile temperament, and was not murderous enough, she always only let me watch, listen, talk, practice, and do, but never allowed me to really participate.

On my 20th birthday, Sister Jiuer took out two bottles of white wine in a rare event, and she drank one bottle first without saying a word.

"How many years have you been with me?"

"Ten years exactly."

"How's the situation?"

“Many people still don’t understand.”

"Wrong! You have surpassed me, I can't teach you anymore. Once you step out of this door, you will be the god of the antique world!"

"..."

"Your father's name is Guiyan, your mother's name is Buddha's Hand, and you will be called Su Shen from now on."

"Then what's your name?"

Hearing this, Sister Jiuer smiled at me for the first time in ten years.

Her cheeks were flushed, and with the charming smell of wine and body fragrance coming from her body, Sister Jiuer was indescribably beautiful.

Sister Jiuer giggled and said, "My name is Sister Shenxian."

I picked up the bottle of white wine and drank it all in one gulp, with scarlet eyes: "Sister, I will definitely become a god!"

Then, I slammed the bottle to the ground.

Broken glass!

After ten years, I bid farewell to it!

Beautiful Sister Jiuer, I also say goodbye to her!

This is the first time in my life that I was drunk.

Drinking will numb your nerves, lose your fighting spirit, and lose your sense of touch. Sister Jiuer never let me touch her before.

That day, Sister Jiuer was surprisingly gentle.

In a blur, she helped me get on the bed and took off my clothes, even my underwear.

An untouched young man, under the stimulation of alcohol, smelled the refreshing female fragrance at the tip of his nose, and his eyes were filled with an alluring face like a fairy...

I'm like a wild beast.

Abandoning all the fear, throbbing and gratitude towards Sister Jiuer for ten years, I pressed Sister Jiuer under me like crazy.
Chapter completed!