I dropped out of Hua University of Science and Technology and worked as a "second-rate boy" in Dongguashan, Changsha for two years.
In the past, he was "other people's children" in the neighborhood, but now he is "the king of garbage" that everyone hates and dogs hide from.
Until one day, I discovered that I could actually see the "true value" of every piece of rag, and I could exchange it for various magical tools for picking up rags from a translucent virtual screen.
From then on, my life was like a mess.
A pair of sorting clips picked out the silver coins of the Republic of China from the rusty scrap iron pile;
A bright flashlight illuminated a whole jar of gold bars at the bottom of an old demolished well that was about to be bulldozed;
A second-hand tricycle carried me through the streets of Changsha - old books, old furniture, scrap metal, forgotten family heirlooms...
I feel like I own the entire "underground treasure" of Changsha City.
But just when I thought I could make a fortune quietly, a female reporter carrying a camera stared at me——
"Where did these old things of yours come from?"
The introduction is weak, please read the text.
