In Front of the Antique Stall, I Relied on Clairvoyance to Pick up Missing Pieces and Became the Richest Man

My name is Su Yan, and I am waiting to die in the antique street. My ideal in life is to use a capital of fifty yuan to pick up five million yuan worth of money, and by the way meet a beautiful rich woman with a net worth of fifty million yuan. Until I fell down in front of the stall and smashed my head into pieces. From then on, I can see bubbles when looking at porcelain bottles, count the rust layers when looking at copper coins, look at beautiful women... Well, let's not talk about that. The stall owners cried: "Brother, are your eyesight bad?" The auction house went crazy: "Mr. Su, we'll sell this 'broken bowl' for 100 million!" The ex-girlfriend was confused: "Are you... Are you really the eldest son of the Su family?" I looked at the countless zeros in my account and sighed: "I really just want to pick up the pieces quietly." "You insist on me showing off my cards -" "Okay, from today on, I will decide the rules of this street."