"What a great harvest today."
The door of the rented apartment was hurriedly pulled open.
Then, Zhou Ming walked into the house and placed a palm-sized piece of worn-out paper into an old glass cabinet like a treasure.
There were rows of shelves in the narrow rental house, and all kinds of old objects were placed on the shelves.
If it weren't for the fact that these items were placed in an orderly manner, others would definitely think that this was a warehouse for recycling old goods.
These miscellaneous old items were all collected by Zhou Ming.
Collecting old things was Zhou Ming's hobby.
It could be said that Zhou Ming was a nostalgic person.
Unlike other collectors, Zhou Ming didn't like antiques.
What was so fun about historical relics that were hundreds or even thousands of years old?
Zhou Ming liked to collect all kinds of unique items with sentimental value, especially some modern old objects with sentimental value.
After all, these were more down-to-earth and had a feeling of the times.
For example, there were pieces of old-fashioned clocks on the shelf in front of him, fragments of 1974 five-star brand Moutai bottles, and even the FC prototype that he used to play with when he was young...
After more than ten years of cultivation, Zhou Ming had collected many types of old items.
However…
These old items were basically damaged, and could even be said to be fragments. They were all bought at a low price from some antique markets, street stalls, or some old shops.
He had no choice.
Zhou Ming himself was still quite tight for the time being.
Moreover, Zhou Ming's standards were quite high. He did not care about ordinary old things.
Therefore, even if he couldn't get the complete old item, Zhou Ming was already very satisfied to get the fragment of the old item. It could be said that it was a treasure that he loved but couldn't get.
It was also because of this habit of collecting old things that Zhou Ming often received strange looks from his colleagues and friends.
Because collecting old things was different from antiques.
Antiques were things that rich people played with.
As for the collection of old items, especially those like Zhou Ming, most of them were old items that had been damaged.
Even though these items were very memorable, in the eyes of others, it was as if they were collecting old and worn things.
However, Zhou Ming wouldn't change his hobbies just because of other people's strange looks.
After all, people had to have something they liked.
After playing with the 'treasures' that he had bought today, Zhou Ming lay lazily on the old sofa with a trace of satisfaction.
This was the capital of a parallel world.
Although it was night time, thousands of lights were shining brightly. The skyscrapers were immediately covered in jewel-inlaid clothes, and the streets became a dazzling galaxy.
As far as the eye could see, the streets were bustling with people.
To many people.
Nightlife had just begun.
After all, as a derivative of the fast-paced life in the modern city, it was simply a good medicine for everyone.
However…
All of these had nothing to do with Zhou Ming.
He was just an unemployed youth.
Zhou Ming vaguely remembered.
At graduation.
He was full of passion and thought that he could show off his skills in the big city and make a name for himself.
However…
Reality was always cruel.
In the capital, where university students were everywhere and top students were as common as dogs, how many people were truly successful?
In the past two years, Zhou Ming had been to a few companies, but none of them lasted long.
It was not that he couldn't stand the unspoken rules of being bullied by his boss and being a bootlicker, but he couldn't accept the strange attitude of others looking at his hobby as a garbage collector.
Zhou Ming had always felt that one could be poor, but one could not be short-sighted.
Why couldn't he pursue his hobby of collecting? The collection was not exclusive to the rich.
Ten minutes later.
Just as Zhou Ming was about to get up to wash up and rest, there was a knock on the door.
Zhou Ming frowned.
It's so late. Who is it?
Zhou Ming opened the door and found that it was his landlord, Sister Chen.
"Sister Chen, why are you looking for me?”
Zhou Ming greeted politely.
"Little Ming, Sister Chen did look for you tonight for something.”
Sister Chen was a little fat, and the fat on her face trembled as she spoke.
"Sister Chen, let's talk inside.”
Zhou Ming prepared to welcome Sister Chen into the house.
"No, no, Sister Chen will tell you here.”
Sister Chen glanced at Zhou Ming's room and a strange look flashed across her eyes. She quickly rejected him.
"Sister Chen knows that you've lived here for almost a year. You can be considered an old customer of Sister Chen.”
"But as you know, because of the planning of the nearby community, a new wine street has been opened, so there are a lot of people coming and going to rent houses.”
Zhou Ming didn't say anything, but he had already guessed what was going to happen next.
"So this year, Sister Chen is preparing to adjust the rent from the original 1200 yuan per month to 1800 yuan per month.”
"Your rent is due next month. Think about whether you want to renew it. If you don't want to rent it, you have to tell Sister Chen as soon as possible.”
Although Zhou Ming had guessed that the rent would increase, he did not expect it to increase by 600 yuan all of a sudden.
It was equivalent to an invisible increase of 7200 yuan in rent a year.
It was definitely not good news for Zhou Ming, who was already living on a tight budget.
"Sister Chen, I understand. My rent is due at the beginning of the month. There's still more than a week. I'll consider giving you an answer.”
Although the landlord raised the price, Zhou Ming didn't say much.
In the market economy, prices were determined by supply and demand.
"Okay, then give Sister Chen an answer as soon as possible. You should rest first. Sister Chen won't disturb you anymore.”
After saying that, Sister Chen turned around and left with her fat body.
After watching Sister Chen leave, Zhou Ming gently closed the door, returned to the sofa, and turned on his phone.
[Balance: 1800]
This was all his savings. After paying the rent, he could eat dirt.
Ding! Congratulations to the host, the Universal Restoration System has been fully loaded!
Suddenly, just as Zhou Ming was feeling a little depressed, a notification sounded in his mind.
Zhou Ming's heart was in turmoil. As a modern youth, he was naturally familiar with the plot of the golden finger in online novels.
"System?"
Zhou Ming thought to himself.
The Universal Restoration System is at your service!
the system replied.
"What use do you have?"
Zhou Ming couldn't help but ask curiously.
[Replying to host: The system can restore any damaged item or fragment to a perfect state.]
[Special note: The prerequisite for repairing the item is that the host must have one-fifth of the item's fragments. If the number is lower than this, the system will not be able to repair it.]
Through the system's simple introduction, Zhou Ming already understood the function of the system.
After that.
Zhou Ming looked at the broken old items on the shelf in front of him.
There was a hint of nervousness.
He picked up the fragments of the 1974 five-star brand Moutai wine bottle.
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