Eavesdropping on Antiques, I Won Money at the Junkyard

Qin Lang, the eldest son of the Qin family in the capital, was framed and his family was destroyed, and he was reduced to working as a porter at a scrapyard. I thought my life was over, but my eyes mutated and I could hear the antique talking! The rusty iron sword: "Don't touch me! I am the King of Qin's sword. Be careful that the sword energy will hurt you!" Broken bowl with missing corners: "Hey, hold it gently! Emperor Qianlong used me to drink soybean juice, and there is a private seal underneath!" The rotten book on the corner of the table: "Huh, stupid humans, I am the "Qing Nang Book" that has been lost for thousands of years, why don't you quickly kneel down and worship me?" Seeing a room full of national treasures that were treated as scraps, the corners of Ye Tian's mouth rose crazily. "Boss, I'll cover all the fifty yuan for this pile of junk!" Years later, at the world's top auctions. The wealthy and powerful man who once laughed at him and his fiancée who betrayed him shivered when he looked at the peerless treasure that Qin Lang threw away casually. Qin Lang spread his hands: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just a scrap collector, and I'm only a little richer than you.