In my previous life, I guarded the barbecue stall, but in this life, I guarded the garbage dump. On the third day when Chen Wang traveled through time and became a beggar, he discovered a fatal secret - all the spiritual stones in the world were full of light in his eyes. The green ones are top-grade, the green ones are good products, and the fake ones are black. The Dongshi pawnshop kept him low on price, so he pointed at the dusty piece of "waste" in the corner of the counter: "That's top quality. You've been keeping high prices for three years." The whole shop fell silent. He held 800 coins in his hands, stared at the Xianmen registration fee, and smiled. But at night, a black and red hot stone was quietly delivered to the door of the ruined temple, with four words written on the note - "Please palm your eyes."
