If You Are Asked to Collect Scraps, Will You Put the Alien Mothership on a Scale?

Chen Yu, a 19-year-old poor boy who works as a contractor for university waste recycling. In order to treat my mother's illness, support my sister's education, and pay off the second-hand tricycle loan, I ride a tricycle to collect scraps at Shaocheng University every day. Until he awakened [Absolute Physical Dimensionality Reduction and Recycling System]. Since then, the world has changed. In the eyes of others: High-precision bionic reconnaissance mechanical bird; Top-secret quantum communication equipment; alien flying saucer; Deep sea stealth nuclear submarine; High-dimensional civilization mothership; In Chen Yu's eyes, there are only four categories: Cardboard, plastic, scrap copper, rotten iron. With one strike of his hammer, the curvature engine that allowed humanity to leap forward in technology for five hundred years was turned into a pile of aluminum alloy scrap. The expert cried. The principal is in the ICU. Officials cleaned up the area overnight. But Chen Yu only cares about one sentence: "Boss, the total is eighty-six and a half yuan, WeChat or Alipay?"