Fang Jinbo had been feeling miserable lately. He had thought that after taking a renowned master as his teacher, he would be able to make a name for himself in the antiques trade. He had never expected his teacher to be nothing more than a glib-tongued layman, or that he would even trade away Fang Jinbo's interests for his own. Just thinking about it made him furious.
Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. He had recruited this teacher himself. If he had asked others for their opinions and not rushed into taking a teacher, he would not have gone so far down the wrong path.
Fortunately, he was still young and had another chance to start learning anew. Accepting his bad luck, Fang Jinbo decided to go out and clear his mind, so he traveled to Xingcheng.
As luck would have it, Fang Jinbo ran into Qi Baofu at the hotel where he was staying. Qi Baofu had also come to Xingcheng for a trip.
Qi Baofu had not originally wanted to bother with Fang Jinbo. However, Fang Jinbo remembered that Qi Baofu was friends with the famous expert Chu Chen, so his knowledge should not be lacking. He found an opportunity to approach Qi Baofu and told him about his own misfortunes.
Qi Baofu was a warmhearted man by nature. After hearing Fang Jinbo's story, he immediately felt that the young man was pitiful and that he ought to help him.
As it turned out, although Qi Baofu's eyesight was not very good, he had plenty of book knowledge, along with experience he had heard from his friends. That was exactly what Fang Jinbo needed at the moment.
Moreover, Qi Baofu was quite honest. He had told Fang Jinbo from the beginning that his own eye for antiques