Extreme Cold Is Coming: I Only Collect Scraps

When the apocalypse comes, others grab instant noodles, and Lin Yan goes to the scrapyard; Others stocked up on beef jerky, while Lin Yan dug cement pits in the barren hills. Relative: "This kid's brain is burned out. He goes to the deserted mountains to pick up rags and build a doghouse!" Ex-girlfriend: "You pick up trash just to disgust me? You really make me despicable!" Until the blizzard with tens of degrees below zero tore apart the order, and the steel and masonry were frozen into crispy powder. Those who had ridiculed him knelt tremblingly in front of the blast-proof door of the Barren Mountain Fortress, just begging for a mouthful of hot soup. Lin Yan stood in front of the surveillance camera, sipping hot tea, his eyes as cold as ice: "Rule number one: I don't accept coercion, I only accept discarded items."