"Hiss."
Qin Mo took a deep breath and fumbled in his pocket for a long time before taking out a cigarette box.
Smoking was harmful to one's health, but when one's addiction kicked in, one really couldn't help but smoke.
However, when he opened the cigarette box, his face immediately turned pale.
Because there was nothing else in it except for a lighter.
"There are no more cigarettes."
Qin Mo stood on the street and turned his head to look around. There was a small shop not far away and the caretaker was an elderly woman.
After some hesitation, Qin Mo walked over.
He stood in front of the counter and looked around.
"Give me a pack of cigarettes."
"Young man, what kind of cigarettes do you want?"
The auntie asked Qin Mo kindly.
"Do you have Hard Gold Sand?"
"No, I haven't."
The auntie was stunned. She had never heard of this name before.
Qin Mo spoke again.
"1916?"
The auntie shook her head again.
"No, I haven't."
"Do you have 145 Yuxi?"
"No, no."
The auntie was getting impatient with Qin Mo's questions.
Qin Mo mumbled.
" I don't have this, I don't have that either. I usually only smoke this kind…"
the auntie said.
"The cigarettes are all on the counter.”
Qin Mo glanced at it casually.
"Then there's definitely no more Supreme, right? Here…"
He hadn't finished speaking.
The auntie took out a pack of Supreme Nine Five from the counter and threw it in front of Qin Mo.
"Hey, Nine-Five Supremacy! 150 yuan."
Qin Mo was stunned, then he felt a little embarrassed.
Facing the auntie's suspicious gaze, he dodged and said.
"I'm not used to smoking this cigarette. Please give me a pack of 2.50 yuan.”
The middle-aged woman raised her neck, and her expression showed that she had come to a realization.
Without a second word, he took back the 150 yuan Ninety-Five Supreme and replaced it with a 2.50 yuan bag.
With a beep, Qin Mo scanned the QR code and paid. Then, he walked out of the store with a flushed face.
He walked out of the store and could still hear the auntie muttering behind him.
"After talking for so long, it turns out that you're poor. If you want a big front door, then so be it.”
Her words made Qin Mo blush.
He really wanted to turn back and replace this big front door with that 150-yuan Nine-Five Supreme.
However, he could not help but smile bitterly when he saw the balance on his phone.
The balance was 0.27.
Reality had proven that this bag was already the limit of what he could afford.
Qin Mo didn't even know where his next meal would be.
"Sigh!"
Qin Mo sighed deeply.
Poor, so poor that you can't do anything about it.
There was still half a month before he could receive his royalties. Even if he received the royalties, it would only be a few thousand yuan. It wasn't even enough to pay the rent. Qin Mo really didn't know how to live the rest of his life.
Indeed, Qin Mo was a failed author.
The kind that always failed, never getting better, and even ate one meal without the next.
The bitterness in front of him made Qin Mo feel helpless.
"F * ck! I can't live anymore. I might have to drink the northwest wind for my next meal. This is forcing me to beg!”
An old man happened to pass by on the street with a bowl of rice in his hand.
There was a QR code hanging on his chest.
Qin Mo could see clearly that the change in her bowl was more than all his wealth.
In other words, he was even worse than a beggar.
This scene made him have the urge to beg for food.
"What's wrong with begging? I heard that beggars can earn a lot of money in a day! They even bought cars and houses.
I write novels, but there's nothing…"
Even the beggar could not help but feel envious.
However, this beggar was not young anymore. He could go to beg because he was willing to. Moreover, he had the advantage of age.
Even though he was envious of her profession.
But Qin Mo shook his head hard in his heart.
"It's impossible for me to beg for food. Even if I starve to death, I won't beg for food! I'm too young to lose face. Besides, I still have hands and feet. Beggar, he would never beg for food in this lifetime.
If I have to beg for food, I'd rather pick up trash.”
Qin Mo muttered to himself.
He also knew that a mineral water bottle was worth ten or even twenty cents.
Just picking up two bottles was more than the balance in his phone.
Moreover, picking up trash was also earning money with one's own hands.
Of course, Qin Mo had given up on himself.
Whether it was begging or picking up trash, as a young man, he probably couldn't do it.
However, just as Qin Mo was about to return to his rented apartment and face the computer, a voice sounded in his mind.
"Ding! The broken system has been successfully activated.”
Qin Mo was stunned when he heard the voice.
"System?"
He was sure that he had not heard wrongly. It was definitely the system's voice.
"I actually have a system too?"
Then, he was overjoyed. This was simply a blessing after all the hardship. Everyone knew what the system was. It was a golden finger.
Once there was a system, it was only a matter of time before any system developed.
Qin Mo took a few deep breaths.
"Calm down, calm down."
He forced himself to calm down and couldn't help but think.
"Oh right, what system did the system say he was?”
Qin Mo really wanted to understand what kind of system he had and what he had to do to get the reward.
"It seems to be a broken system?"
Qin Mo smacked his lips. He felt that the name of this system was too weird.
"Are you saying that my system is very bad? Or does it mean tattered?"
Qin Mo couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time, so he decided not to think about it and asked hesitantly.
"System, what should I do?"
When Qin Mo asked, he received a reply from the system.
"Ding! The system has issued the only continuous mission! Please act as a scavenger from now on and pick up trash. The trash you pick up can be used to exchange for rewards of different value from the system! As for the details of the reward, please try it out yourself!”
The system's words shocked Qin Mo.
"No? What do you mean?"
He was still unsure of what the system had said. He thought he had heard wrongly.
He asked again with certainty.
"System, what do you want me to do?"
When he asked this question, the system seemed to have fallen silent.
After a long time, he finally got an answer.
"Ding! Host, please go pick up trash!"
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