You Guys Are Having a Big Fight, and I Will Become a Powerful Person by Appreciating Treasures and Gambling on Stones.

In the middle of the night, I received an errand order, and three boxes of family planning supplies were delivered to the presidential suite of the hotel. The person who opened the door was my future mother-in-law. Four people in the room, my girlfriend's mother and daughter, my brother and his son, were wearing bathrobes and had a brawl in the hotel. I was smashed over the head with an ashtray and thrown out the door to die like a dog. The ancestral jade pendant is soaked with blood, and the golden dragon enters the eyes, awakening to perspective. Through the door, I saw my girlfriend secretly checking her phone behind my brother's back. A transfer, the remark only has two words: slave. I sneered and pushed the door open with my backhand. From that day on, when appraising treasures, I only picked the big leak, and when betting on stones, I only used imperial green. People who used to think I was poor now line up waiting for me to slap them in the face. In the moment of backhand, I have become a hero.