Golden Eyes, Jade Fortune

One midnight, I take a delivery order for three boxes of contraceptives to a hotel presidential suite. The door is opened by my future mother-in-law. Inside are four people: my girlfriend and her mother, my best friend and his father—all wearing bathrobes, caught in a chaotic orgy. I am struck on the head with an ashtray and thrown out like a dog to die. As my blood seeps into the ancestral jade pendant around my neck, a golden dragon awakens within my eyes, granting me x-ray vision. Peering through the door, I catch my girlfriend secretly checking her phone behind my friend's back. A transfer notification flashes on the screen with only two words in the memo: "slave." I let out a cold laugh and push the door open once more. From that night on, I never miss a hidden treasure—every antique I appraise yields a fortune, and every raw jade stone I gamble on reveals the legendary emperor green. The very people who once sneered at my poverty now queue up for their turn to be humiliated. In the span of a single reversal, I have risen to become a godly tycoon.