The 1970s: Striking It Rich in Hong Kong and Spoiling the Big Shot!

Zhu Wanxiao died suddenly.

When she opened her eyes again, she had become a destitute undocumented immigrant who had slipped into Hong Kong in 1974. From the start, her scumbag father was forcing her to sign a document severing their ties.

Ha!

Someone with nothing to lose has nothing to fear. She had to squeeze some money out of him before she left, leaving her scumbag father cursing furiously.

“You two are undocumented! If you die in the street, no one will even claim your bodies!”

Zhu Wanxiao smiled as she pocketed the money, then bound herself to the Golden Eyes System. Anything valuable glowed in her eyes.

The chipped bowl at a street stall was a palace treasure from the Tang dynasty. An Italian nobleman was rushing over in a panic, but she bought it for five dollars and walked away.

The cheap calligraphy and paintings at an art stall were authentic works by Su Dongpo. A car belonging to an Eastern tycoon had just turned onto the street, but she bought them for two hundred dollars and slipped past.

Three years later, the wasteland in the New Territories would become the heart of a new-town development plan. The Li family, one of Hong Kong’s four great families, had been watching it for six months. She signed the deed for just five thousand dollars.

In a dark alley, a blood-soaked man lay there. The System kept warning her: His fortune is off the charts! Bind him immediately!

Zhu Wanxiao looked down at Jiang Shaoxun, who was barely clinging to life. “He’s a person, not an antique.”

System: “He’s your biggest bargain!”

Softhearted, she spent two hundred dollars to save him, thinking it was just a small act of kindness.

Only later did she learn that he was the long-lost grandson of Hong Kong’s richest man.

The debt of gratitude for saving his life gradually turned into an obsessive pursuit.

Years later, a reporter asked, “What’s the most valuable treasure you’ve ever found in your life?”

Zhu Wanxiao smiled and glanced at the man beside her.

Jiang Shaoxun leaned close to her ear with a low laugh. “Two hundred dollars, and I’m yours for life.”