Liu Bin woke up from a ten thousand-year slumber and became a "waste worker" who was abandoned by his girlfriend and publicly insulted by his boss.
No one knew that this young man wearing street clothes was an ancient power who had lived for tens of thousands of years. The stick figure he drew casually was identified as a national treasure of lost oracle bones by the Yanguo Cultural Relics Bureau; the ditty he hummed was an out-of-print ancient score that the music industry had been searching for for thousands of years; his movements of moving bricks at the construction site were identified as lost ancient physical training techniques by the Wushu Association.
His mother-in-law called him a pauper? Under the dilapidated courtyard where he lived were buried the ruins of his old palace from eight thousand years ago. The richest man wants to block him? That company was registered by him thousands of years ago, and the current president is crying as he delivers the equity certificate. The Stars and Stripes Federation expert team questioned his fraud? He wrote a line, and the other party's chief expert fell silent on the spot after reading it.
When the entire Internet was frantically searching for this "living cultural heritage" and big bosses from all over the world lined up to kneel down at his door, Liu Bin just wanted to hold Jiang Xiaoxue's hand and quietly eat a bowl of noodles that he had grown tired of eating three thousand years ago.
