Your touch is worth ￥65,000…
This is the transaction price of the nerve in Shen Yanbing's mother's left hand.
Your father's logical thinking is worth ￥120,000…
Just enough to pay for the bay window in her bedroom.
In country A in 2105, the "Yinchao" APP disassembled the human body into futures:
- Pain nerves can be exchanged for milk tea coupons
- Fertility potential clearly priced at ￥300,000
- Willpower is packaged into a K-line chart for speculation
The rich live forever in the clouds, while the poor dismember their souls at the counter.
Shen Yanbing was once a "tea master".
Until the barcode on my mother's arm is scanned——
The transaction record of "Test Subject No. B-07-334-18" popped up bloody.
In order to take revenge, she turned her body into a weapon:
He used the sense of touch in his right hand as bait and climbed onto the bed of Huang Ming, the crown prince of the group.
When she finally sneaked into the core of Hidden Chat Technology,
Huang Ming's neural scanner pierced her disguise:
"How dare you accept an order if your acting skills are so bad?"
What's even more deadly is the roar coming from the monitoring room of Country B...
"She has the mark of the first-generation experimental subject on her wrist! She is not prey... She is the same kind!"
And deep inside the container,
The skinny woman with the same barcode branded on her belly is looking up.
Revealing a face that looks exactly like Shen Yanbing's mother, Li Xiuyou…
