But it's not exactly the same as your warehouse. Mine is completely empty, except for a lottery machine.

Zhuang Zhimeng became excited and grabbed her lover's hand.

"Honey, take me to your place."

"Okay, honey."

An Qingbai held his wife's hand.

As a result, Zhuang Zhimeng refused to go in.

"I'm really fed up. They won't even let me, the owner of the main warehouse, into the secondary warehouse."

An Qingbai guessed.

"Could the warehouse need an upgrade?"

"Possibly."

Zhuang Zhimeng lay back in her lover's arms.

"Honey, what kind of lottery tickets can you get?"

An Qingbai patted his wife on the back while checking the lottery screen.

"I haven't drawn yet, and the screen is showing three devices."

A winemaking machine, a noodle press, and a camera.

Zhuang Zhimeng felt indignant upon hearing this.

"That's outrageous! Why are all the items you get from the draws high-level stuff?"

An Qingbai affectionately pinched his wife's nose.

"According to the instructions here, it's for drawing equipment."

I can't draw anything else, but my inventory is the same size as the main inventory.

Zhuang Zhimeng unconsciously checked her own warehouse as well.

"Huh!"

"Honey, what's wrong? Did you notice something different?"

Zhuang Zhimeng sat up.

"There really is one. We won't need to trade on the black market anymore."

This warehouse can be recycled automatically, and there's an additional sell button.

An Qingbai also became curious.

"Shall we sell some to try it out?"

"Okay, I'll sell ten kilograms of rice first, and see how much you'll pay me."

As Zhuang Zhimeng spoke, she poured ten kilograms of rice into the recycling bin and marked it for sale.

A notification sound rang out indicating that gold coins had been credited to the account.

Zhuang Zhimeng took out the money from the bottom of the coin slot.

"That's great, it's money we can use right now."

And that was the highest price on the black market; they gave me five yuan for ten kilograms of rice.

"That's good. It saves us from selling it on the black market, which is not only troublesome but also means we have to be careful not to get caught."

Zhuang Zhimeng shook her head.

"There are restrictions. Only 1,000 jin can be sold per day. It's cumulative, not a single item that can be sold in 1,000 jin."

"We're not in a hurry for the money, we'll sell it slowly."

"Yes, that's true."

Zhuang Zhimeng acted coquettishly towards her lover.

"Honey, hold me, I want to sleep more."

"Okay, my sweetheart, let your husband hug you."