On the edge of the Songjiang River in Ice City, everyone laughed at Ma Baocheng, who picked up rags, and thought he was a big fool. He rummaged through the trash cans and made everyone giggle when he saw them.
No one knows the thousand-year-old rule of the Ma family: Seventeen generations of descendants must pretend to be stupid until they are twenty-three in order to be able to withstand the old king.
Just after he turned twenty-three, two words on yellow paper flew out of the urn of my grandfather: Let's do it! The five great immortal families returned to their thrones, and their eyes were fully opened.
He can overcome evil spirits in nightclubs, gamblers and drunkards with just a raise of his hand; the young master of the Bai family offers a Maybach, ruthless people in the world kneel down when they see his legs go weak, and Chen Xuewei, the first female president of Bingcheng, treats him to three meals to calm down the entire evil building.
The richest people in the city lined up to visit him, and the top nightclub bosses were asking around where he picked up rags.
Ma Baocheng wiped away his saliva with a look of helplessness on his face: I just want to pick up the cans quietly, can you please stop kneeling down and blocking the way?
