"The difference in your mother's surgery fee is 200,000 yuan. Even if you sell this junkyard, it won't be enough!" Zhou Bapi's fist hit me in the face. I stared at the 376 yuan balance on my bank card, trembling with despair - until grandpa's copper compass suddenly glowed: [The traceability and recycling system of all things is bound!
The old radio collected for 50 yuan was sold with 120,000 yuan in Republic of China bonds; the broken purple clay teapot was repaired and sold for 80,000 yuan! Zhou Bapi still wants to snatch it? I directly showed the system prompt: "The 'Hetian Jade' you bought with 30,000 yuan in your waist is actually 50 yuan fake + tracker. Do you want to call the police?"
Others make hard money by collecting scraps, but I pick up leaks, repair them, and trace their origins. I dug out alien alloys just after I rescued my mother, and even the military came to place an order! "Mr. Chen, this pile of scrap parts...?" I looked at the prompt [can build an interstellar engine, worth tens of billions] and smiled: "A deposit of 100 million is required first, no credit!"
