Wang Yue loved collecting all sorts of strange and unusual things. He spent three hundred yuan on a statue at an antique stall, even though it was obviously fake. It was a Guanyin statue styled as Athena. The jade vase in her hand was plastic, and the scepter's paint was peeling. The figure from Western mythology was dressed in ancient Chinese garb, but at least the lines were smooth and it looked pretty good. When he opened his eyes again, he had become Lionel, the foolish son of a Western fantasy noble family.
The butler respectfully presented him with some “rare deep-sea silver-scaled fish.” “Just fifty gold coins, young master.”
Staring at the familiar frozen salmon sashimi on the plate, he screamed inwardly, “This stuff is only thirty-eight at the supermarket when it's on sale!”
But his face broke into an innocent smile. “Sure! Bring me ten more plates!”
Then he glanced at the statue. Real droplets of water were beading on the jade vase, and the scepter was faintly glowing.
