Global Treasure Hunt: Start at the Wet Market?

On the day I jumped into the river, I, Huang Liang, a poor boy from Henan who was defrauded of all his hard-earned money by Xu Bin from Lianyungang and took on loan sharks, thought I was completely finished. Unexpectedly, in the mud at the bottom of the river, a broken mobile phone suddenly glowed: [The super ancient Tiandao system has been bound successfully! The global treasure map is activated! Buried under the fish stall at the Four Seasons Farmers Market is a million-dollar IOU from a Hong Kong rich man; the lost teddy collar of Lao Wang next door turned out to be Xixia gold! The piles of junk have become my gold mine, and the world's richest people are flying private jets to crowd the vegetable market: "Mr. Huang, please show me a way to make money!" As for that bastard Xu Bin who tricked me? "Don't worry," I gnawed on the pancakes and pried open the oysters on the roadside. "After I finish picking up Zheng He's charts, I will go back to 'nine meals in three days'! If I miss one meal, I will be considered a merciful person."