Others Collect Rags, I Collect Future

In 2025, delivery boy Chen Beiwang died in an uncovered manhole. The second he fell, he saw a fresh drag mark on the edge of the manhole cover. Not an accident. Someone removed the manhole cover. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to Baishizhou, Shenzhen in 2010, and became Zhou Yuan, the young owner of the scrapyard who had just died suddenly. His father called him Xiaoyuan, but he didn't dare to answer. Peers are waiting to devour the scrap station. Everyone asked: Zhou Yuan, why have you changed? Just when he was about to reveal his secret, a line of words appeared in front of his eyes. [Eye of Regeneration, activated for the first time. A lump of black iron in the scrap pile is considered dirty by others. He wiped off the sludge, revealing a German nameplate. Twenty thousand yuan arrived. The scrapyard comes alive. But when he opened the old ledger, his fingers stopped. Three days ago, there was also a sum of 20,000 in the ledger. The time was the second when he died in the manhole fifteen years later. Four words of note: Xinda Environmental Protection. From that day on, what others saw as rags was all gold in his eyes. Scrap metal, old machine tools, unfinished buildings, urban villages. He picked them up one by one. Also check it out step by step—— The account that was written fifteen years ago has already been written for death fifteen years later. Others treat people as trash. He picked people up one by one from the trash. And he himself is the most difficult one to retrieve.