A Life of Antiques Starting from Collecting Rags
by Big Fat Guy Who Loves To Eat Steamed Buns
About This Novel
The Shanghai Stock Exchange in 1997. Lu An, an 18-year-old educated youth, was evicted by his relatives and lived in a shantytown, earning a living by riding a yellow croaker cart to collect rags. While collecting rags, he accidentally obtained a system. At the same time, the system showed him memories from before he was fifty. Collect antiques, shovel land, do business, and speculate on old houses. With the dual blessing of the system and memory, Lu An was on his way to collect old things, never to return.
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Official(4)Scraped 3d ago
There are too many dialects and it's too difficult for those who don't understand, so we've withdrawn them.
Author, please stop writing in dialect. I can't understand it.
If you write randomly, you can't grasp the theme and the reader's enjoyment.
It would be nice to change something like that without a system
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Community(0)
Official(4)Scraped 3d ago
There are too many dialects and it's too difficult for those who don't understand, so we've withdrawn them.
Author, please stop writing in dialect. I can't understand it.
If you write randomly, you can't grasp the theme and the reader's enjoyment.
It would be nice to change something like that without a system
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