A scrap collection station comes to mind

I walked around the Black Mountain but couldn't find a way up the mountain. I wanted to float up to have a look, but found that I seemed to be sucked by an inexplicable force and couldn't climb up the mountain at all.

We had no choice but to wander around on the flat ground at the foot of the mountain.

There is a small house on the ground, which looks like a simple metal shed.

Next to it stood a crooked wooden sign with a few words written on it.

"Wanjie Scrap Collection Station!"

Chen Muyu, who graduated from a key university with a knowledge base, could basically recognize traditional traditional Chinese characters.

Scrap collection station? What the hell?

Chen Muyu walked over cautiously.

The door was ajar, and the room was empty. There was an old crystal lamp hanging, and the light was slightly dim.

There was no one in the house.

The space is relatively small, only about ten square meters. There is a small solid wood bed with hollow carvings. There is a table in the corner. On the table are a red land phone and a desktop computer.

The computer screen was still on, and the host chassis was making a sizzling noise.

Curiously, he walked over and took a look. The computer desktop should be the interface of a certain system. What surprised Chen Muyu was that he actually saw his own profile photo on the system interface.

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Name: Chen Muyu

Age: 22 Earth years

Identity: Owner of Wanjie Waste Collection Station

Number of recyclers: 0

Wealth value: 2000

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The information on the interface made him a little confused. Was he the owner of this Wanjie waste collection station?

However, this seems to be in a dream, it is strange and weird, don’t take it seriously!

Coming out of the hut, Chen Muyu walked around on the flat ground outside.

This flat ground is really messy, just like the ones at their buying station. Waste books and papers are everywhere, bottles and jars of all sizes, rusty broken swords and broken blades, and some things that Chen Muyu doesn’t even call There are many places where you can’t even find a piece of trash without a name.

Others dream about mountains of gold and silver, but you actually dream about a mountain of garbage. Isn’t this too promising?

But is this really a dream? Why is it so real?

Out of professional habit, Chen Muyu rummaged through the scrap pile, thinking that if such a big mountain could be sold, it would probably be worth a lot of money.

"What the hell is this?"

I picked up a dusty book and saw a few words on the cowhide cover.

"Collection of Tang Yin's poems?"

I don't know how old this book is. The pages are yellowed and cracked, and the mud will sparsely fall off when you turn it over, but it is still basically intact.

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Temple..."

He was engaged in waste recycling and often walked around the streets, but most of the items he collected were scraps such as used furniture and electrical appliances. When it came to antiquities, Chen Muyu was not deeply involved and only took some related courses in college.

Therefore, when it comes to antiquities appraisal, Chen Muyu is only half-assed.

However, even if he was half-assed, he still knew about Tang Yin. Tang Yin, courtesy name Bohu, was a famous litterateur in the Ming Dynasty and one of the Four Talents in Wuzhong.

Tang Yin is a master of both poetry and painting, and his talent is unparalleled in the world. In recent years, he has often appeared in literary, film and television works, such as "Tang Bo Hu Spots Autumn Fragrance", "Four Talents in the South of the Yangtze River", etc., and is often shown to the public with a suave, free and elegant image.

If this thing was really written by Tang Bohu, it would definitely be worth Old Nose's money, but it is obviously impossible. Although this collection of poems is quite old, it is obviously a printed matter.

Moreover, Chen Muyu is not an antique dealer. No matter how valuable the book is, it can only be weighed in his hands.

To put it bluntly, this book is almost rotten, and even those who collect rags will find it disgusting.

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Item: Tang Yin's poetry collection.

Introduction: Things abandoned by Washington, stereotyped printed matter in the 13th year of Hongzhi in the Ming Dynasty, including 12 poems by Tang Yin...

Owner: Chen Muyu

Completeness: 81%

Repair: Consume 1900 wealth points.

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Just as he was about to throw it aside, a message suddenly appeared in his mind.

Um?

Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment, feeling a little baffled. However, when he thought that this was a dream, what could be so outrageous about the things in the dream?

Does this mean that the damage to this collection of poems can still be repaired?

"repair!"

As soon as Chen Muyu thought about it, he felt a heat in his palm, and a ball of light red light burst out from the palm of his right hand, instantly wrapping the book of poems.

"Huh?"

It didn't take long for him to be surprised. After the red light dissipated, Chen Muyu was surprised to find that the tattered poetry book he held in his right hand had been completely healed and intact.

This dream is too real!

"Repair completed, wealth value -1900!"

Another message appeared in his mind, but Chen Muyu ignored it.

Wrapping up the poetry collection and putting it in his trouser pocket, Chen Muyu looked around and found a tattered bamboo basket near where he found Tang Yin's poetry collection, which seemed to contain some broken calligraphy and paintings.

One of the paintings quickly caught Chen Muyu's attention.

This is a huge ink painting nearly 3 meters long and more than 1 meter wide. It depicts an eagle looking for food in the blue clouds above the mountains, with its wings spread.

There are also several large characters written in vigorous brushwork in the blank space.

"The eagle spreads its wings and swallows the world with its anger."

The incomparably powerful momentum jumped out on the page, overwhelming it, and even made Chen Muyu feel suffocated at the first sight.

It's a pity that this painting is incomplete. There are several cracks in the middle. A palm-sized piece is missing in the lower right corner where the rocks are painted. There are also dirty areas on the scroll. Even the framed scroll has been broken.

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Item: Eagle spreading its wings!

Introduction: Things abandoned by the Tang Dynasty, made by Tang Yin in his spare time...

Owner: Chen Muyu

Completeness: 20%

Repair: Consume 500,000 wealth points.

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Chen Muyu tried to repair it, and then a piece of information appeared in his mind.

"Sorry, the wealth value is insufficient and cannot be repaired at the moment!"

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I looked at my wealth data and saw that it was only 100 points. Compared to 500,000 points, the gap was too far.

Tang Yin's masterpiece, but there is no money to restore it. This is such a waste of nature.

It turns out that in the dream, I am not omnipotent.

Looking at the baby in his arms, Chen Muyu felt distressed and regretful.

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Turned to the side again!

"The Xiaohuandan Waste Pill is an abandoned item from the Vajra Temple. It requires 100,000 wealth points to repair it!"

"There is actually an elixir? Xiao Huan Dan, the name sounds awesome, it is worth 100,000 yuan, a bit expensive..."

"Sorry, the wealth value is insufficient and cannot be repaired..."

too difficult!

Isn’t this experience too bad?

After complaining endlessly, Chen Muyu turned his eyes elsewhere.

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"SU-1 plasma freezing hand cannon, Amerix's obsolete product..."

"Silver Shadow Flying Board, an obsolete product of the planet Zenn-La in the Serpentis Galaxy..."

"Storage ring, a phased out product from King Star..."

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After wandering around in the scrap pile for a long time, Chen Muyu collected some of the weird things he found into a corner, and gradually became a little forgetful.

I don’t know how long it took, but when I looked back, I saw a pile of scraps collected behind me.

call!

Sitting on the ground and letting out a long sigh of relief, Chen Muyu was a little bit dumbfounded. It was true that wolves roamed the world eating meat, and dogs roamed the world eating animals. Even if he was dreaming, he couldn't change the shortcomings of his old profession.

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As night fell, it seemed to have rained outside. The weather was a little cooler, but the air was still dull.

There are large dark clouds hovering over the city, and it looks like there will be a heavy rain in the evening.

"ah!"

A scream suddenly came from the courtyard of No. 60 Qingguo Lane. The sound was really horrific and attracted the attention of the neighbors in the community.

When he woke up, Chen Muyu was already lying at home. Maybe Yang Shui brought him back because he slept too deeply.

This house is a second-hand house that the family bought two years ago. It is an old community and has not even been decorated. It is just waiting to be demolished in the future. After graduating from college, Chen Muyu asked for the key from his mother. After all, young people like A little private space.

In the room, Chen Muyu looked at a deduction text message on his phone and felt like he was still dreaming.

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"Where's my money?"

The 2,000 yuan deposit on the card, no, it should be the balance, but now there is only a little more than 100 yuan left.

After graduating from college, his parents cut off his living expenses and asked him to be self-sufficient. He used to be lavish and had little savings. This 2,000 yuan was what he had saved through hard work in the past two months.

The first reaction was that the bank card had been stolen, but Chen Muyu suddenly felt that these numbers were so familiar.

Wealth value?

Chen Muyu suddenly thought that he had spent so much money repairing the painting and calligraphy in his dream.

Is wealth worth your own savings?

Thinking of this, Chen Muyu's heart suddenly tightened and he quickly closed his eyes. Sure enough, a towering mountain of garbage was floating quietly in his mind.

As soon as my heart moved, I appeared at the foot of the garbage mountain.

Everything around the Wanjie Scrap Collection Station is just like what you see in your dreams, it’s so real.

As soon as I thought about it again, I returned to reality.

I scratched my face, it hurt!

It wasn't a dream, everything I just experienced was real?

A scrap recycling station actually came to mind?

Looking at Tang Yin's poetry collection and the damaged "Eagle Spreading Wings" that actually appeared in front of him, Chen Muyu felt that his three views had been subverted.

Come to the living room, pick up the tea cup on the table, and drink tea to calm down.

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Item: Enamel tea cup!

Introduction: Produced by Xichuan Jixiang Enamel Factory.

Owner: Chen Muyu.

Completeness: 80%

Repair: Repairable.

Acquisition: Owned by the host, no acquisition required.

Recycling: System recycling, wealth value +4.

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Just when Chen Muyu picked up the tea cup, a piece of information appeared in his mind.

Tea cup information.

It was the same as in the previous dream, except that there was additional information such as system recycling.

Chen Muyu was stunned for three seconds, and his breathing became rapid again. Can this ability be used in reality?

Recycle?

With a thought in his mind, Chen Muyu directly chose to recycle.

"The items will be recycled by the system and will disappear after recycling. Are you sure?"

Another piece of information.

disappear?

It was just an enamel tea cup, and there were so many at home. Chen Muyu didn’t regret it at all and confirmed it directly.

In an instant, the enamel tea cup held by Chen Muyu turned into a white light and disappeared. The tea in the cup directly spilled onto his crotch.