Tomorrow's Old Stuff

Zhou Man, a second-hand goods stall owner at the night market, owes three months of rent. His mother is undergoing dialysis, and his life is as gray as the second-hand goods on his stall. A broken walkie-talkie that was exchanged allowed him to hear tomorrow - only sixty seconds, once a day, before he was willing to speak after feeding it old electronic waste. In sixty seconds, he escaped an "accident" at the east entrance at three o'clock in the afternoon, found out a situation coming for him, and heard the news of his death on the news three days later. Three days. A talking old thing. He wants to change this news to someone else's.