While You Fight Among Yourselves, I Appraise Treasures and Strike It Rich with Jade Betting

At midnight, I got a delivery job: three boxes of contraceptives, delivered to a hotel penthouse suite.

The woman who opened the door was my future mother-in-law.

There were four people inside: my girlfriend and her mother, my buddy and his father, all in bathrobes, having a wild time at the hotel.

They smashed an ashtray over my head and tossed me out like a dog, leaving me to die.

My blood soaked into my ancestral jade pendant. A golden dragon entered my eyes, awakening my X-ray vision.

Through the door, I saw my girlfriend secretly checking her phone behind my buddy's back.

One money transfer, with just two words in the memo: Slave.

I sneered and pushed the door open.

From that day on, when appraising antiques, I only picked up incredible bargains. When gambling on stones, I only found Imperial Green jade.

The people who once looked down on me for being poor now lined up to get face-slapped by me.

With a single move, I became a tycoon.