Three hundred dollars! In front of his ex-girlfriend, the second uncle smashed the bronze dagger that Shen Du paid for with his life on the table: "Even the scrap collectors will despise this rag, are you worthy of my niece?" Amidst the laughter in the whole room, no one noticed that a trace of blood seeped into the patina on Shen Du's fingertips. In an instant, a light exploded in his eyes - under the scrap metal, there was actually the Yue King Sword that had been lost for thousands of years! From a "loser" that no one cared about to a king of leak pickers who frightened the antique world, Shen Du's fingertips were stained with blood and his eyes were like torches: this treasure covered in dust on the streets, it's time for those who look down on others to cry rhythmically.
