"Boss, look at this chip. It's a serious pre-war product. It has the 'Intel' logo on it! How about a can of compressed biscuits instead?"
A scavenger who was as thin as a bamboo pole held a green circuit board full of patina with a hopeful look on his face and promoted it with spittle.
Lu Yuan sat on the pony at the door of his "Scrap Recycling Depot No. 73", The gas mask on his head made a slight "hissing" sound, and the goggles reflected the dim sunlight of the wasteland. He stretched out his hand wearing thick gloves and slowly took the circuit board, as if appreciating some rare treasure.
"Old Li, you are not honest." Lu Yuan's voice sounded dull through the mask, but the disgust in his tone was undisguised, "The core processing unit of this thing has been corroded into powder. Seventeen pins are broken on it, and three more are about to break. You call this pre-war goods? This is pre-war garbage."
