Looking Directly at the Ancient Gods: I Can See the Worth of All Things

"Everything in this world has a price." Unemployed, broken up, and unable to pay the rent, just when Lin Mo was desperate and ready to sell his ancestral home, his eyes suddenly mutated. When he looked at the world again, all matter, soul, and even the illusory future had turned into cold price numbers: [School Beauty Ex-Girlfriend]: Appearance 95, current net worth: 32,000 (potential debt 200,000), recent wealth: gray and black. [Broken incense burner on the roadside]: rusty iron piece, display price: 50 yuan. Real price: 18 million (contains Qianlong's imperial pen and golden scripture). [A downtrodden old beggar]: Full of stench, current net worth: 0. True worth: immeasurable (demigod sword cultivator, training in the world of mortals). Lin Mo smiled. From then on, he wandered between the bustling city and the shadowy wilderness. He "picked up leaks" in the antique street, making countless collection giants beat their chests; His "gaming" in the financial street has frightened multinational plutocrats; He "bargained" in the forbidden copy, causing the resurrected ancient god to kneel down and beg for mercy. "You said you are a superior god? No, in my eyes, you are only worth three and a half dollars. I would consider it too expensive for even one cent more."