My girlfriend thinks I'm pathetic for collecting trash. She dumps me in front of everyone, throws herself into the arms of a rich heir, and calls me a “social parasite.”
But she has no idea that the battered wallet I picked up can tell me its owner's bank card PIN; that the rotten wooden carving I found hides a peerless lost cultivation technique; and that the scrap-metal sword I salvaged is actually the sword spirit of an ancient divine weapon!
While she and the rich heir are still struggling to buy a home, I've already used my “junk collecting” money to buy the entire building where their company is based.
Later, she kneels and begs me to take her back. I laugh. “Sorry, even my trash is worth more than you.”
The plot of this book is ups and downs and makes people feel suspenseful. The author's imagination is so wide-open that one has to say what he wants