During the Jingyuan period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the energy was about to be exhausted, and the fate determined that people would be superior and inferior.
All the geniuses in the world think that they are the son of luck. Only the one-eyed and lame pawnbroker at the end of Qingshi Lane knows that——
The bit of luck they had was borrowed from him.
Changsheng Pawnshop does not accept dead objects, only good luck.
A ray of luck, one cent per day, and compound profits.
On this street, thugs beat him, bullies stepped on him, and even the passing dogs barked at him.
People don't know that there is an iron rule in this pawn shop: the more humble and humble the clerk is, the more he can open the door and welcome customers. Anyone who feels he can trample on them at will has unknowingly become a customer of the pawn shop.
Many years later, the dynasty will collapse and the genius will come to an end.
The high-ranking princes, generals and ministers suddenly discovered that their proud cultivation, power, and life span were all written on a yellowed pawn ticket.
The lame and blind man opened the dusty account book.
"Everyone, the time has come."
"It's time to settle the score."
