The next day.
Morning.
Dong Xuebin climbed out of bed with a yawn, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he got dressed. He had spent all night searching through the coins and only crawled under the covers at dawn, but the hospital mosquitoes were vicious—huge black mosquitoes that left every bite aching and itching. Dong Xuebin barely slept all night. When he finally killed the mosquito and fell asleep, his head was filled with copper coins spinning round and round. He was buried alive by tens of thousands of coins several times in his dreams. Talk about lively.
"You're awake?" The old man's son was already dressed and sitting on the neighboring bed.
Dong Xuebin smiled awkwardly. "I went to sleep late yesterday. Did I disturb you?"
"Not really, haha. I just don't know what use you have for that pile of coins." The old man's son said, "I hear even experts get fooled all the time these days. You'd better be careful not to get scammed. The streets are full of fakes and counterfeits now."
Dong Xuebin wholeheartedly agreed. After chatting for a few moments, he returned the laptop to the man. Antiques were risky—that was something Dong Xuebin had known since his first day working at the Antique Market. But now that he had something as extraordinary as BACK, it seemed entirely possible for him to fish in troubled waters in the market.
He was supposed to get an IV drip at eight, but before Aunt Xuan arrived, Dong Xuebin secretly slipped out of the hospital.
Carrying a large bag of ancient coins, he hailed a taxi to the famous Liulichang.
The rebuilt Liulichang had regained the bustle it had enjoyed decades ago. It was antique and elegant, with a distinctive charm. The only flaw Dong Xuebin found was