Wang Qian was transformed into a coolie at the Shanghai docks during the Republic of China, and was so poor that he was thrown into the Huangpu River by his landlord.
The synthesis system was awakened when he was about to die, and three silver coins were synthesized from scrap metal in the dilapidated house.
The pawn shop clerk weighed the silver dollars and sneered: "Is this what returning students bring with them?"
He handed over the small yellow croaker with a smile. The purity was so shocking that the boss knocked over the tea cup: "Ten thousand pure gold?!"
When gangsters broke into the door, Wang Qian was synthesizing the third gold bar.
"Mr. Du, please - do you want to sell this gold?"
Reader comments
Overall it's okay, but it's too ideal and needs to be improved. Your area belongs to the slums of Zhabei. If the Japanese fleet's 280 or more cannons at the port are aimed at your core area, 10 8-shell shells will kill you long ago. This is an indisputable fact. The Japanese have a lot of excuses. There are only 100 people in the sky. In my childhood, the Bushido spirit was more important than life. This kind of cannon is said to be a death zone within 150 meters.
Overall it's okay, but it's too ideal and needs to be improved. Your area belongs to the slums of Zhabei. If the Japanese fleet's 280 or more cannons at the port are aimed at your core area, 10 8-shell shells will kill you long ago. This is an indisputable fact. The Japanese have a lot of excuses. There are only 100 people in the sky. In my childhood, the Bushido spirit was more important than life. This kind of cannon is said to be a death zone within 150 meters.
Not bad, really good, come on, author!