The Shady Shop in the Age of Spiritual Awakening
In an era when spiritual energy is awakening, a secondhand dealer acquires a miraculous golden finger: the power of GDP. From that moment on, ordinary items he collects transform into bundles of cash, gold bars, and even priceless antiques, satellites, or flying saucers. The counterfeit goods he once sold are now exchanged for rare spiritual materials and potent elixirs. While others toil to slay monsters and level up, he lounges contentedly, counting his money. While others fret over the progress of spiritual revival, he keeps his eye on the ever-soaring GDP from each trade. As his peers struggle to break through bottlenecks and ascend, he completes a single transaction and obtains the most coveted cultivation techniques and treasures. This is the tale of a man who, in an era of spiritual resurgence, dedicates himself to running a shady shop and relishes the glamorous city life in his own unique way. Readers' group: 664310150
The Shady Shop in the Age of Spiritual Awakening
"Waa waa waa, waa waa waa..."
Chen Hua was dressed in a pale yellow Chanel dress, V-neck and cinched at the waist, hugging her curves just enough, the hem slightly split to reveal her long, slender legs—she had the kind of legs men could admire for years. She carried a matching crossbody bag from the same brand and wore bright red heels. The aura she exuded was unmistakably provocative; even as she sobbed, there was a charm to her distress.
"Qin Jing, look at what you've done—how could you make our Hua so upset?"
"Honestly, Qin Jing, with your situation, you still have the nerve to be the one breaking up with our Hua?"
"Hmph, don't blame me for being blunt. Maybe you should look in the mirror and see what kind of mess you are..."
Qin Jing touched his face and thought to himself: What kind of mess am I, really?
For the past year, he’d been hustling everywhere; his previously skinny frame had filled out a lot, and though his face still bore the marks of youth, he was at least a solid seven out of ten in looks. Well, compared to Chen Hua, the belle of Lenghai Art Academy’s Drama Department, he was still nothing more than a pile of cow dung.
So be it.
"Aren’t you going to say something? Why did you disappear for half a month, only to come back and break up with me straight away?"
Chen Hua finally spoke, her voice carrying a hint of childishness that was especially pleasant—at certain times, even more so.
As she began, the three friends who’d come to help he
