It was said that in every trade, a master would appear. However, I had never expected that a humble otherworldly merchant like me would be noticed and favored by our motherland one day. 

One afternoon, I was having some small dishes in my antique shop as usual. Sitting by the door, I enjoyed sipping from a tumbler of wine while watching the snowflakes flutter outside. The pride of a knight in ancient times arose in my heart. 

Suddenly, from the other end of the antique street, an off-road vehicle rumbled toward my shop! 

I took a glance at the off-road vehicle’s number plate. I caught a glimpse of the red word, “Military.” I was amazed! 

Why would a military car appear in a place like this? Did some fool steal a national treasure? 

With that thought, I scurried around my shop to put away some counterfeit items on the shelves. If they were suddenly in the mood to visit my shop,...