My Junk Yard Knows Ancient Times: This Rag Smells so Good

Others travel with systems, I travel with scrap stations. Others rely on spiritual stones to cultivate immortality, while I rely on radiation to cultivate immortality. Broken ribs? It's okay, the one in ancient times took the whipping for me. Is the boss cruel? It's okay, give him a microwave EMP package. Master Hou wants to kill me? Then smash his bronze mirror, refine it into scrap copper and sell it for money! Dual-line operation, extreme counterattack! Make money in modern times, make trouble in ancient times! Anyone who stops me from collecting scraps will be turned into scraps by me! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.