The Third Book by Xiuxiu Shua

At graduation, Jiang Chen was about to surprise his campus-beauty girlfriend when she humiliated him in front of everyone. “Jiang Chen, in an age when your family connections matter, how much could that pile of junk antiques you picked up possibly be worth?” “I want to cry in a BMW, not laugh from the back of your bicycle!” With her arm linked through that of a rich second-generation heir, his girlfriend threw the token of their love, a wooden carving he had worked on all night, into a drain like it was trash. The whole school watched as Jiang Chen became a laughingstock. Just then, a crisp chime rang out in his mind. [Ding! The Host’s sincerity has been trampled on. The System of Reforging All Things has awakened!] [Trash wooden carving] ➜ reforged into [Ming Dynasty imperial agarwood carving, beautifully imperfect], worth: 8 million! [Broken bowl from the roadside] ➜ reforged into [Song Dynasty Ru ware celadon sunflower washer], worth: 230 million! As Jiang Chen picked up the discarded wooden carving, an armored red-flag limousine with consulate plates pulled up in front of him. A tall, stunning blonde with blue eyes stepped out. She ignored the rich heir beside her and called out to Jiang Chen in excited, heavily accented Chinese: “Comrade! I want that wooden carving! Name your price!” “If I don’t have enough money, I’ll have my dad put up his natural gas fields in Siberia as collateral!” Three months later. His ex-girlfriend watched on television as the man hailed as an honored guest by Russian oligarchs casually donated national-treasure-level artifacts. In tears, she called him. “Jiang Chen, I regret it. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved…” But the woman’s domineering voice on the other end cut in: “Get lost! Jiang Chen is mine! Harass him again, and I’ll drive a tank over to your house and do donuts out front!”