“Wake up, sir!”

A damp, soft breath hit Su Chen's face, like a beam of light breaking into the darkness, instantly awakening him.

Perplexed, Su Chen looked around, finding the world before him utterly unfamiliar.

"You finally woke up!"

Beside Su Chen, a pair of spirited, shiny eyes were gazing at him with a twinkle.

This was probably the most beautiful pair of eyes Su Chen had ever seen.

Moving his gaze downward, he saw fair and flawless skin, delicate and elegant.

Anyone who saw this face couldn't help but marvel at the beauty, as if heaven had bestowed its love for beauty to create such an immaculate visage.

Close-up, looking at this girl, Su Chen almost thought he was dreaming. He recalled being in a deep slumber, and then a breath woke him up from his drowsiness.

"Your heart doesn't seem to be in good condition. You should consider going to the hospital when you have time."

Perhaps because they were too close, the girl's cheeks blushed slightly as she spoke, her voice as soft and sweet as a pastry.

Hearing this, Su Chen subconsciously touched his heart, which was now beating vigorously in his chest. It didn't seem to match the girl's description. However, he could clearly feel that there was something wrong with a certain part of his body.

His memory!

He tried to comprehend this world, but he had no impression of the scenes before him. Not only that, but his past, his identity, and his family had all been wiped away. No matter how hard he tried to think, his mind remained blank.

The only image he could remember was sitting in front of a finely carved polychrome openwork heart-turning vase. However, the vase was only half intact. Its front side was exquisite, depicting scenes of the four seasons, with flowers, birds, fish, and insects. The other side, however, had cracked glaze, with three or four damaged areas.

And there he was, holding a paintbrush, delicately repairing the damaged side of the vase, as if restoring it to its original state.

This was...

Repairing artifacts?

But when he tried to make the images clearer, his head suddenly buzzed and throbbed with pain, forcefully ejecting him from the scene.

"Maybe it's time to go to the hospital."

Su Chen was about to get up when he remembered he had no idea where he was. So, he turned to the girl, "Can you take me to the hospital? Just drop me off, and that'll be enough."

The girl looked a bit troubled, "Can you wait for me? I have something to do on the antique street ahead, and then I can take you there."

While Su Chen was the one asking for help, the girl seemed apologetic, as if she had done something wrong. Su Chen smiled and nodded. It seemed that his streak of bad luck hadn't ended, but at least he encountered a kind person after losing his memory.

"Okay."

It was early in the morning, during the White Dew season. The weather was cooling down, and the girl was wearing a simple pencil skirt, showcasing her slender and graceful legs, attracting the attention of many passersby.

However, to the girl's surprise, she noticed that Su Chen, unlike other men, was looking straight ahead with clear and pure eyes, without a hint of ambiguity.

This guy seemed different from other men.

"A girl your age doesn't usually deal with antiques much," Su Chen suddenly asked.

"My dad forced me to come," the girl smiled bitterly. "His business partner just handled some porcelain, and I helped my father settle the accounts. Then someone will deliver the porcelain here."

In theory, the antique trade involves paying for the item when you receive it. The way this girl was handling it—settling the accounts first and then receiving the items—was risky. However, since she mentioned a business partner, Su Chen didn't say much.

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Instead, he shifted his gaze to the growing number of stalls on both sides of the street. Perhaps because his only memory was related to artifacts, coming to this antique street gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Luxuriously decorated stores, humble stalls, everything coexisted harmoniously on this street. However, when it came to identifying antiques based on the appearance of the stalls, it would be a big mistake.

Large stores were filled with piles of ancient coins and porcelain, yet finding a genuine piece was rare. On the other hand, small stalls displayed shabby items, but one might stumble upon a valuable treasure.

"Oh?"

After walking for a while, Su Chen and the girl simultaneously expressed their curiosity.

Then, the two stood together on a small stall and focused their gaze on one spot.

It was a small and exquisite celadon calf, lying with its head raised, looking back, with a leisurely expression. Unfortunately, the calf's body was broken in half. From the front, it looked like a decent display piece, but turning to the back, it had pits and cracks, losing many pieces.

The girl exclaimed, attracted by the lifelike posture of the celadon calf, but Su Chen was not.

In the moment his gaze fell on the celadon calf, detailed textual descriptions automatically jumped into Su Chen's mind. Moreover, the content made him frown.

Ignoring how strange this ability was, Su Chen, with a casual glance, said, "Your taste is good."

"I don't understand these things; I just think it looks nice," the girl smiled, bending down. "Grandma, how much is this little calf?"

The stall owner was an old lady, thin and pitiful. "Not expensive, three thousand yuan."

Hearing this, Su Chen furrowed his brows. Repairing damaged antiques, especially those as severely damaged as this celadon calf, was extremely difficult. The value decreased significantly, and three thousand yuan was a reasonable price.

"Is there any broken pieces from the calf that I can have? If there are, I'll take them too."

The girl's words surprised Su Chen.

For damaged antique pieces, even if one liked them, usually, the negotiation would revolve around the price. Asking about broken pieces was rare, unless it was a professional artifact restorer with such a habit.

Thinking about it, Su Chen couldn't help but be curious.

Was the strange content that appeared in his mind a real memory?

Ignoring these thoughts, Su Chen turned his attention to the various items on nearby stalls. Maybe it was because his only memory was related to artifacts, but coming to this antique street gave him an inexplicable sense of affinity.

In the middle of the conversation, Su Chen suddenly heard a mocking voice.

"Oh, brought a bodyguard with you, huh?"

The guy with a shiny big-back hairstyle, wearing flashy and flamboyant embroidered suits, emerged from a store named "Ancient Saint's Chamber."

He held a string of green prayer beads that didn't match his temperament at all. His narrow eyes glared at the girl.

Behind him was a burly guy with a face full of flesh, who quickly approached the old lady's stall. Impatiently waving his hand, he said, "You old lady with no eyes, Miss Lin Wanshuang is our boss He's girlfriend. Even if you dare to fool her, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay on this antique street."

"He Tian

, don't be rude." The girl frowned, looking at the old lady. "Aren't you afraid that others will hear you?"

"The old lady can't afford to offend us. As for the others, I'd like to see who would dare to stand up for you, Miss Lin."

With a triumphant smile, He Tian arrogantly looked around, thinking that the entire antique street was under his control.

The old lady was silent, seemingly accustomed to this kind of situation.

However, Su Chen didn't like this arrogant attitude.

While trying to figure out his own situation, he subconsciously stood in front of the girl, blocking He Tian's line of sight.

He Tian squinted his eyes, then chuckled and said, "Well, well, bringing bodyguards really does make you stand out. But doing so won't change the fact that your taste is not good. This stall sells fake and broken stuff. Even if you buy it, it won't change the fact that it's junk."

He Tian's words were full of disdain.

This kind of scene was not uncommon in the antique street. Some people intentionally caused trouble, and the old lady had likely encountered similar situations before.

However, Su Chen didn't like the way He Tian spoke.

Without any intention of arguing, Su Chen lightly said, "Let's go."

The girl looked at Su Chen in surprise, then glanced at He Tian, nodding in agreement. "Let's go."

The moment Su Chen and the girl turned to leave, He Tian sneered, "Oh, going so soon? Don't you want to know who this bodyguard is? Let me tell you, he's just a dog we raised."

This sentence finally irritated Su Chen.

Turning around, he looked at He Tian with a faint smile.

"You shouldn't use such derogatory terms to describe people. It's disrespectful to animals."

This sentence made the girl beside him chuckle.

In the face of He Tian's provocation, Su Chen remained calm, neither overbearing nor servile. However, his calmness was like a spark, igniting the anger in He Tian's eyes.

"Fine, fine. A dog is a dog. It can't even carry a precious item like the Immortal Greeting Guest. I doubt it can carry you. I don't know what Miss Lin sees in him, but it's her business. Let's go."

He Tian waved his hand, signaling his underling, Three, to open the door.

Three swiftly stepped forward, lifting the Immortal Greeting Guest, a magnificent penjing at the center of the Ancient Saint's Chamber.

The fine roots of the high-quality cypress tree were rooted in the soil, with the trunk intertwining like soaring dragons and phoenixes. The lush branches pointed to the right, giving the illusion of an immortal greeting and sending off visitors. From a distance, it evoked an impulse to enter the shop and spend money.

This was a commonly used penjing in large businesses. Easy to maintain and manage, it possessed the elegance and heritage unique to refined individuals.

However...

Su Chen glanced casually, but his heart was controlling his astonishment.

Seeing that penjing, detailed textual descriptions jumped out in Su Chen's mind once again. Moreover, the content made him frown.

Ignoring the strange ability, Su Chen coldly snorted, "While others are eager to expand their business, you seem to be eager to ruin your own industry. It's quite an eye-opener."

He Tian's face instantly turned ugly. His underling, Three, who was already at the door, even took a step back to prepare for a fight.