I dropped out of Huazhong University of Science and Technology and spent two years as a “loafer” on Dongguashan in Changsha.
I used to be “the kid everyone else’s parents wished they had,” according to the neighbors. Now I was the “trash king,” someone everyone hated and even dogs avoided.
Then one day, I discovered I could see the “true value” of every piece of junk. I could also redeem all kinds of magical scavenging tools from a translucent virtual screen.
From then on, my life was like a game with cheat codes enabled.
With a sorting grabber, I pulled a Republic-era silver dollar from a pile of rusty scrap metal.
With a high-powered flashlight, I spotted a whole jar of gold bars at the bottom of an old well about to be demolished.
On a secondhand tricycle, I rode through the streets and alleys of Changsha, picking up old books, antique furniture, scrap metal, and forgotten family heirlooms...
I felt like I’d claimed all the “buried treasure” beneath the entire city of Changsha.
But just when I thought I could quietly make a fortune, a female reporter with a camera set her sights on me.
“Where exactly are you getting all these old things?”
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