"Trash?" Louise's eyebrows scrunched up. If she saw it right, this box was from the last eastern dynasty of the 16th century. Looking closely, this was made from a lauraceous tree, usually used for building boats and pillars before, so it was pretty sturdy.
Although this box looked particularly worn as it weathered many storms, its craftsmanship was exquisite. With this box alone, Louise was sure it was worth hundreds of thousands, but everyone treated it as rubbish.
Perhaps it was because of her profession, but Louise always carried a magnifying glass.
Pulling a gray magnifying glass from her sling bag, she crouched down and inspected the box.
"What are you doing, Miss Wright?" Barbara gasped in shock. "It's just trash. Someone will throw it later. Don't dirty your hands with that thi
