When my mother died, she left me a convenience store that only did "real business" at two in the morning.
On the first night it opened, a wealthy bride covered in blood rushed in and slapped the 100 million black card on the counter: "Help me escape from the marriage."
The cash register spit out another quote——
[Product: Her abandoned life]
[Unchosen ending: Founder of the Chip Empire]
[Current valuation: 37.2 Billion]
[Original owner's buy-back price: 7 yuan]
She dropped in seven coins. Ten minutes later, the live broadcast of the wedding of the century turned into the scene of a breakup between wealthy families.
On the second night, the whole city's abandoned lives were collectively put on the shelves: the kitchen knife that the housewife didn't pick up, the original that the top singers didn't dare to sing, the truth that the doctor couldn't tell, and the future of the children who were mortgaged by their parents in advance.
Everyone thought that what I was selling was to change one's fate against the will of heaven.
Only I know that this store never takes money.
What's even weirder is that the reporter Wen Jing who tracked down the convenience store found that the price on the shelf only had two words: does not exist.
And in the deepest part of the shelf, I also saw my name.
The payment date was ten years ago.
The payer is my mother who died of illness three years ago.
Later, the future of the entire city was forcibly put on the shelves on the same night.
There is only one buyer.
