I was the number-one wastrel heir of the Aolan Empire. After doing nothing for eighteen years, I was kicked into the modern mortal world by a black mage.
When I opened my eyes, I was a million yuan in debt, my home had been trashed, and my enemies were waiting at the door.
They laughed at me for being useless, but they had no idea:
I picked up a random piece of scrap stone and found three million yuan's worth of vivid green jadeite inside.
My former dream girl gave me a paltry three hundred yuan, so I turned around and paid a fortune to snatch a thousand-year-old secret painting.
My enemies framed me and saddled me with debt, but I joined a mysterious organization, and even the chairman of Echo Group had my back!
They say nine out of ten people lose at stone gambling. I say it's just my personal ATM.
They say ancient paintings are worthless. I say that once I collect all eight, the elixir of immortality will be mine for the taking.
From a million yuan in debt to possessing the treasures of another world, the people who looked down on me eventually knelt and begged for my help.
Too bad I'm not interested.
