On a rainy night, Li Qingyang's prosthetic leg made a harsh metallic sound in the stagnant water.
The last box of antipyretics in the takeout box was crushed into powder - it was the imported medicine that my sister Li Xiaoyu needed after surgery, and the hospital had just called for the third bill.
"Ding - the Shangshen system is successfully bound. There are three business opportunity predictions left today, do you want to use them?"
When the electronic sound blasted against his temples, he was squatting in front of the convenience store, chewing on a cold steamed bun.
A string of scarlet data suddenly popped up on the mobile phone screen: at the vegetable market in the old city three kilometers away, the last batch of fresh matsutake mushrooms in the city will appear at three o'clock in the morning; three days later, Wang Zhenhai's real estate company will use a forged environmental impact assessment report to demolish Limin Lane, where evidence of illegal sewage discharges from twenty years ago is buried under the ground...
"System?" Li Qingyang flattened the plastic lunch box, his knuckles turning white.
