Making Money Is Hard? My Trash Is a Hot Commodity Across the Myriad Worlds

After her parents went missing, Song Ning shouldered the burden of raising her younger siblings all by herself, scraping by on poverty-level meals with the help of a recycling depot. Then, one night, a wolf beastman suddenly appeared in the depot’s courtyard, clutching a handful of gold nuggets and asking to trade them for the ham sausage in Song Ning’s hand. Song Ning: “You’re a genius at business! I just made fifty thousand yuan!” She had no idea that gold nuggets were everywhere in the beastfolk world, and the other man had even worried she might refuse the deal because it wasn’t worth it. From then on, Song Ning’s life grew increasingly bizarre. Ham sausages that cost fifty cents each, canned meat close to its expiration date, old lighters that often wouldn’t spark, rusty bicycles, broken tricycles with a flat tire, even expired magazines: all of it was hot merchandise. And that wasn’t all. The broken rock she picked up on a whim was the imperial jade seal; the rotten wood was a tiger tally; the abandoned account book she couldn’t understand contained a lost traditional medicine formula... By selling junk, Song Ning earned tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and even millions across different planes. Even the two-headed snake she casually killed outside her home turned out to be a notorious ancient beast from the beast world! From then on, people across the planes revered Song Ning as a goddess. She no longer had to worry about raising her siblings, and she herself became a tycoon overnight. Just then, someone came to demand that Song Ning pay her father’s debt. She took a closer look. Weren’t these the relatives who had seized the Song family’s property while her parents were away? Song Ning sneered. “You don’t intend to return my family’s property, do you? Fine. Don’t you dare leave the house again. If I see you, I’ll beat you every time and break your legs!”