Too Old, Why Can I Hear Money Talking?

Twenty-year-old Lu Sanqian had just walked out of the bank. The desolate cold wind could not dissipate the hardship in his wallet. There was only a balance of 52.31 In his pocket. Even eating tomorrow had become Lu Sanqian's top priority. The automatic renewal fee of 15 yuan made Lu Sanqian's already poor family even worse. Looking at the small advertisement in his pocket for a black-hearted workshop that recycles second-hand organs, Lu Sanqian couldn't make up his mind. I thought this life would pass like this. An inexplicable voice sounded. "The money next to me is so wretched. Let him stay away from me. Green cucumbers are painted yellow to pretend to be old..." Lu Sanqian felt that it would not be difficult to pay back the money. However, all the voices do not come from good intentions...