Before he died, Master touched my head and said, "Come down the mountain. Your father left you 300 million back then."
I returned to the city with a rag bag on my back and found that my father had gone bankrupt long ago, and all that was left of his inheritance was a dilapidated house in the suburbs.
The school beauty's deskmate kicked my stool: "Poor boy, don't block my way."
I moved away quietly and moved into a dilapidated house.
Three days later, the house collapsed and ten boxes of gold bars were dug out of the ground.
My deskmate blocked me with red eyes: "Please, stop pretending."
I smiled and picked up the phone: "Hey, Cultural Relics Bureau? I found an ancient tomb."
