Ted Lee put down his chopsticks, his fingers trembling slightly as he untied the silk ribbon of the exquisitely packaged box Vance Fenn had handed him. The packaging alone probably cost a few hundred dollars.
He lifted the lid. Inside, resting on yellow satin, lay a small, delicate porcelain cup.
Its surface was smooth and lustrous, coated in a deep, serene glaze that seemed to swallow the light. It was a perfect shade of "sky clearing after rain" blue.
When Ted Lee saw the object, his eyes lit up with the fervor of a true enthusiast. “This... this is a Monochrome Glaze Porcelain Cup from the Song Dynasty! Look at that color! It’s magnificent. It’s absolutely pure.”
Vance Fenn’s face swelled with pride. He adjusted his collar, basking in the admiration of the table. “Second Uncle, I kn
