When Chen Pojun, a packer at the waste depot, was rummaging through scraps of scrap metal in the dark, his right eye suddenly stung. Golden price tags appeared under his eyes on those dusty bottles and cans!
Qianlong famille rose heart-turning vase, Yuan blue and white ghost millet jar. . . He had just unearthed a house treasure when the notoriously prodigal daughter of the Shen family, Shen Tianjiao, blocked the door with thugs.
The owner of the antique shop hid her trump card, the hacker brother typed on the keyboard, and even the illegitimate son of the Shen family who pretended to be stupid handed over key evidence. When Chen Pojun stepped on the crumbling ruins of the Shen family, he touched the burning "prodigal eyes" in his eyes and smiled: In this world, it is never the things that lose, but the people's hearts.
