[Small Internet Café – Night. Ye Hann rents a dusty old PC, boots up slowly with a fan noise louder than a jet engine.]
(Ye Hann):
Cultivating takes time. Pills. Resources. Teachers.
All of which cost money.
In my past life, I spent decades clawing for scraps. Watching rich disciples pop pills worth more than a car while I fought over expired spirit water.
Never again.
This time… I know what’s coming. And more importantly—I know .
[Ye Hann pulls up a stock trading site. It’s barebones but usable.]
Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
In two weeks, the V-Hua Corporation is going to announce their “Qi-Embedded Nanotech Prototype.”
In four months, their shares will multiply sevenfold.
But most people won’t realize that until it's already too late.
[He opens an old notebook. It’s filled with scribbles: tech names, hidden patents, future market crashes, insider secrets.]
Ye Hann (smirking):
Thank you, future scandals and criminal exposés. Let’s build a future with your failures.
[Scene: Pawn Shop – Grimy, dimly lit. Ye Hann hands over an old jade pendant.]
Pawn Shop Owner:
Kid, this barely counts as real jade—
Ye Hann (calmly):
The silver band around it? Ming dynasty engraving. Check the base. You’ll find a maker’s mark.
[The owner inspects it, then stiffens.]
Pawn Shop Owner:
…Where’d you find this?
Ye Hann:
From a family that didn’t appreciate what they had.
Now, give me a fair price—and I’ll walk out without listing your shop on five auction forums.
[Cut to Ye Hann walking out, flipping a stack of bills.]
Narration:
One antique, two rare comic books I remembered skyrocketing in value, and a limited-edition cultivator merch figure from a canceled drama series later—
I had just over 120,000 yuan
Not bad for 48 hours of recycling the past.
