Suddenly, a "Wanjie Communication Group" appeared on my broken mobile phone.
The master of cultivating immortals sells spiritual stones, Daqin officials sell technological blueprints, and wasteland survivors sell genetic medicines.
And I, a poor history blogger, can only sell some modern small commodities.
Until I exchanged a box of instant noodles for the Xiuxianjie Beauty Pill, and exchanged a box of cooling oil for the blueprints of Daqin Black Technology.
The National Secret Service came to our door: "Comrade, your group... Can you bring us in?"
