Who would have thought that the mute old man who pedaled three wheels every day and collected rags covered in dust was actually the "Golden Touch" who dominated the Financial Street twenty years ago? When he was splashed with water on his feet in public, people just looked at him as a joke. Until one day, landlords from the entire street knelt before him and begged him to accept land deeds worth tens of billions. The old man grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "I am just a rag collector. I don't want these scraps of paper."
