The sunshine that has not woken up is like the sleepy eyes of a person who has just woken up. It took a lot of effort to lift away the layer of haze above the head of Cangwu City.
"Clang!"
Such a harsh sound of metal collision suddenly broke the morning tranquility of the machine workshop.
Lu Zhao couldn't help but frown, and subconsciously touched everywhere with his hands, trying to get the iron rod out of the way.
Alas, what can he do? Who calls him a blind man?
Moreover, he is still a blind handyman hanging around in this machine shop, waiting to die.
"Be quick, Lu Zhao, have you eaten hard today? Why are you so energetic?"
A bitter voice came over, and without even looking, he knew it was Li Kui's face that made people want to punch him.
Lu Zhao secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, but a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face: "Master Kui, you are really lucky! I am anxious to clean up the scrap metal for you. I promise, I can make your mood today as smooth as the freshly baked engine oil!"
"Humph, you know how to talk!" Li Kui spat, twisted his fat butt and left.
Only then did Lu Zhao dare to put down what he was doing. Although he can't see, he has been able to barely make a living in this ruined city by relying on his ability to "find iron marks" over the years. Hey, who would have thought? In the past, he was the son of the richest man in Cangwu City, but now he has ended up in such a miserable state.
