"Gao Ji, a second-hand goods appraiser like you who lives at the bottom will never understand what real 'high-end' is."
A divorce letter from the wealthy fiancée turned Gao Ji into dust.
Gao Ji, who had traveled through time and space, smiled indifferently and pointed at the limited-edition long dress that his fiancée was proud of: "The stitches are misaligned by 0.1 Mm, and the fabric blend ratio is low-grade. Does this kind of garbage deserve to be called high-end?"
[Ding! The high rating system is activated!
[Appraisal: A high-end long skirt from a big brand, evaluation: low-grade and shoddy.
[Consume 1 point of texture to upgrade to: High-dimensional Streamer Feather Clothes!
Since then, Gaoji's world has changed.
The deep-fried dough sticks from a roadside stall have been upgraded to become a panacea for longevity; a worn-out second-hand watch has been upgraded to become an instrument for controlling time.
When Gao Ji walked into the world's top dinner party wearing a washed-white shirt, the richest man flocked to him, and the movie queen asked to meet him.
Facing the once arrogant reclusive Gao family, Gao Ji sat in the main seat, stroking his ring: "The family heritage that you are so proud of, in my eyes, is too low-level."
