My younger sister was critically ill, and the 500,000 yuan surgery bill left me with nowhere to turn. With tears in my eyes, I had no choice but to sell off the “junk” our parents had left behind.
Who would have thought that the scrap I sold for 300 yuan would bring an academician and his team to seal off the scene, calling it a “seed of civilization”?
And I accidentally activated the [Future Technology Restoration System]!
“What? This charred iron rod is a super battery?”
“This beat-up drone is an antigravity engine?”
“This toy boat... is actually a star destroyer?!”
While the Eagle Federation was still showing off its PPT technology, I had already handed over controlled nuclear fusion!
The Eagle Federation was furious: “We must impose a technology blockade! Sanction them across the board!”
Me: “Sorry, but your carrier strike groups look like a pile of recyclable junk to me. Let me see... yeah, I can repair and upgrade them, too.”
Years later, Dragon Nation's starships cruised the Milky Way. A reporter asked me, “Academician Gu, what's the secret to your success?”
I gazed at the stars, my expression weathered: “It all began one afternoon with something worth 300 yuan...”
