Honey, That Broken Copper Coin Under the Table Leg Is Worth a Fortune

After three years of marriage, Su Qingqiu sees Lin Yuan as an unambitious convenience-store owner, good for nothing except looking after their child and cooking. His mother-in-law calls him a freeloader, while his snobbish relatives urge her to remarry as soon as possible. Lin Yuan just laughs it off and happily stays home full-time to care for his three-year-old daughter. No one knows that he is actually the “Lord of the Temple of the Gods,” a fearsome ruler of the underworld, and the power behind the world's eight great financial conglomerates. Then one day, the local richest man tried to swallow up the Su Group. He brought people to smash Lin Yuan's neighborhood store, then slapped a wad of cash in his face and demanded he sign the divorce papers. “What can a useless guy who runs a lousy supermarket do to protect your wife?” Lin Yuan sighed helplessly, dug out the chipped copper coin he usually used to prop up a table leg from beneath the cash register, and made a call. That afternoon, more than a hundred private fighter jets darkened the sky! The heads of the world's eight great financial conglomerates flew in from around the globe overnight. They kicked the richest man's kneecap to pieces, then led a hundred thousand suited thugs to kneel in unison outside the store. “We pay our respects to the Lord!” Watching the richest man's family wet themselves in terror, Su Qingqiu and her mother were dumbfounded. “Holy crap! We thought you just sold soy sauce. That busted coin you used to prop up the table can actually command the whole world?!”