I Supported My Entire Reclusive Family by Picking up Rags.

My family wanted me to gain experience in the world and gave me a card with insufficient balance. On the first day of my work-study program, I dug out an ancient artifact in the trash can. The young master of the Immortal Sect passed by: "I'll pay fifty thousand for this broken bowl." I turned around and sold it to a treasure appraisal program, making a net profit of 50 million. That night, the family elder knelt down and made a phone call: "Ancestor, could it be that what you picked up is..."