The poor people living near the garbage dump come here every day to try their luck, looking for some food or useful things. Today, people who came to pick up garbage found a person lying not far away.

The middle-aged man with a full beard was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. He seemed to be vomiting blood and looked half dead. There was a beautiful colorful feather on his chest.

These people looked at the feather, then at the clothes on the man that were worth a few dollars, then looked at each other, and then suddenly they all moved. Some took the feathers, some stripped the clothes, and some took off the shoes. They finished their work in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye they dispersed again. Only the man was left lying there, but this time he was only left with his underpants and a personal computer on his wrist that was difficult to get rid of.

On the other side, Jinchu finally arrived at the waste recycling station.

In addition to the two large bags, he also had a large spherical alloy ball on his body, which was the hover car.

Jinchu himself couldn't drive, but after touching the hovercar, he knew that some things on the car were edible to Xiao Rongrong, but some were not. He removed all the inedible glass, seats and other things, leaving only a hard frame. He then asked Xiao Miaomiao to flatten the frame, roll it into a ball, tie it with a rope, and carry it on his back.

When he arrived at the scrap recycling station, he saw many broken hovercars of all sizes piled up into several small hills. In addition to hovercars, there were many other things, including cars and aircraft that were crushed and piled together like him.

Jinchu's eyes lit up as he stared at the hovercrafts. There were so many of them, enough for Xiao Rongrong to eat for a long time.

This scrap recycling station was surrounded by a not very high yard, but it was very large. An old man was sitting at the gate, smoking an old-fashioned cigarette and glancing up at Jin Chu.

Jinchu was in a strange shape at this time, and his face was accidentally blackened by himself. He had a large bag and a bunch of scrap alloy on his back. It was obvious that he was here to sell scrap. The old man glanced at him without standing up, and said listlessly: "Selling scrap, go inside and weigh it."

Jinchu finally pulled his eyes away from the pile of hovercrafts and said to the old human, "I'm not selling. I want to buy."

The old man looked at him twice more and asked, "You want to buy scrap from here? What kind? Alloy? Rubber? Old clothes?"

Jinchu pointed at the hovercrafts, then at the lump on his back: "I want this!"

The old man took a leisurely look and said, "Alloy. I sell this alloy by the ton. Poor quality alloys are 5,000 credits a ton, medium quality alloys are double that, and high quality alloys are even more expensive."

How much does a ton weigh? How much is 5,000 credits? How many credits can I pay back with the things I brought?

Jin Chu thought silently in his heart, and he suddenly realized that instead of rushing to buy those alloys, he should first learn more about the various rules in the human world. The little bit of inherited memory was obviously not enough for him.

After the incident with the bearded driver, Jin Chu stopped carelessly taking things out of his bag and said, "I don't have that many credits. Can I exchange them for something else?"

He wanted to know what this human wanted, so as to assess the value of those hovercrafts.

But it was obvious that the old man didn't understand his idea of ​​bartering. Instead, he took a puff of cigarette, exhaled slowly, and looked him up and down. Jin Chu looked at him curiously as white smoke came out of his mouth and nose. What was he doing?

"Can you work?" asked the old man.

Jinchu didn't understand what was going on, so he thought about it and nodded.

Just nod first and then talk.

"Are you strong?" the old man asked again. This kid didn't look tall or strong, but he didn't look red in the face or out of breath while carrying such a large load, so he must be strong.

"It's big!" Jin Chu answered quickly this time. He was really strong and he was not lying.

"Okay, then stay here and work for me. The wage around here is 20 credits a day. You're just a teenager, not as tall as an adult, so I'll give you 15 credits. Do you want to do it?" The old man was guarding such a large scrap recycling station by himself. People came looking for work every day. He had to hire people to work anyway, so it didn't matter if he hired one more person.

Jinchu understood what the other party meant. He could earn 15 credits a day working here. At 15 a day, how long would it take to get 5,000? His mind was stuck on this human arithmetic problem, but who cares? He just agreed first!

Firstly, he felt it was very fresh, and secondly, he had just thought that he should find a place to settle down and understand the human world, and this human gave him this opportunity. How great! It saved him from having to find another way.

"Okay." Jin Chu agreed readily.

The old man was quite pleased with his straightforwardness, so he stood up and took him to the scrap recycling station. They walked around the piles of scrap that looked like small mountains, and stopped in front of a row of low houses. He opened a room for Jinchu and said, "Put your things here for now. If you don't have any other place to stay, you can stay here at night. Anyway, work starts at 8 o'clock every day and ends at 6 o'clock in the evening. You can't be late or leave early."

The old man didn't say how to solve the problem of three meals a day, and Jin Chu didn't even think of asking. He was looking at the somewhat dim room.

The old man saw that he looked at everything intrigued and didn't know how to fight for his own benefits. He thought to himself that this country boy came from nowhere and that he might be happy even if he was kidnapped.

But as long as he can work, it's fine. If he does a good job, you'll get better food. If he doesn't, get out.

Jinchu put down the things in his hands and on his back, "Shall we start working now?"

The old man didn't notice the two big bags, but when he put the alloy lump on his back to the ground, the corners of the old man's wrinkled eyes twitched.

He was shortsighted. This thing didn't just weigh a few dozen or a hundred pounds, it must have weighed several hundred pounds. It seemed that he was quite strong. The wages of 15 credit coins were too little.

But the old man didn't mention raising wages. He pointed to a pile of alloy plates, alloy bars and other things and said, "Pick this up. Someone will come to collect it later."

That pile of stuff was picked up from the rubble after an old house was demolished. It took just a few days to pile up. There were still a lot of cement blocks and other things on the alloy bars. They had to be knocked off, straightened, and tied up, which was all hard work.

When Jin Chu reached out and touched these things, he knew that they were probably something that Xiao Rongrong could eat. He thought this place was so beautiful, with good things everywhere.

He rolled up his sleeves and began to work, knocking off the stones and other things on the alloy bars, and quickly removing the alloy frames on the door panels and glass windows. He straightened the bent and curled alloy bars and plates, sorted the big ones and the small ones, arranged them neatly, weighed them, and tied them into piles of 500 kilograms with ropes.

He did all this under the old man's guidance. The old man saw how nimble he was, and how easily he could move even the thickest alloy plates and bars, as if they were made of foam. He could even flip the 500-pound object over while tying the ropes, as if it were just a piece of cake.

The old man looked a little dazed. Are all country boys so fierce nowadays?

Jinchu was thinking:

"That's 500 kilograms, so one ton is four piles like this? That doesn't seem like a lot."

"This is just a low-grade alloy. The feel is a little worse than the one on the hover car."

"If I ask him to buy it, can he sell it to me?"

"Does Xiao Rongrong prefer low-grade alloys or high-grade ones?"

As night fell, someone arrived in a large hovercraft to collect the low-grade alloys. They used a robotic arm to hoist the bundles onto the vehicle. When paying, Jinchu noticed that the other party didn't simply give the old man coins. Instead, they opened a device on their arm, activated a light screen, and tapped on it. Then, the device on the old man's arm began to beep.

Buyer: “Has the money arrived?”

Old man: "Here we are, here we are. 200,000 credits is not a small amount at all."

Jinchu: ...

He knew that the thing worn on the arm was called an optical brain, and it seemed that every human being had one, and those who didn't have one were illegal residents.

And he didn't.

Without an identity, there's no optical computer. Without an optical computer, there's no credit. Without credit, there's no alloy to buy. Without alloy...

Woo woo, Jinchu was dejected. There are so many rules in the human world.

The hovercar drove away, and the old man came over. "Let's call it a day. You did a great job today. Even though it wasn't a full day, I'll give you 15 credits. Do you want cash or a wire transfer?"

Jin Chu suddenly raised his head, and the human's wrinkled face suddenly looked better: "Cash!"

"..." The old man was almost blinded by his gaze, and couldn't help but say that he hadn't prepared dinner for him today, and gave him an additional 5 credit coins for the meal.

Jinchu was very happy holding the 20 coins that were slightly larger than his thumb, but he also understood that a dozen or twenty credit coins a day were not enough. It would take a long time to save up 5,000. If he wanted to get rich and buy alloys, he had to find another way.

In fact, there is a simpler way, which is for him to clear out all the alloys in the scrap collection station.

However, he was just thinking about this possibility and had no intention of actually doing it. Not only did he find it shameful to rob weak humans, but he also felt very rich. He just hadn't met anyone who knew the value of those two bags of good stuff yet. Otherwise, he could easily buy tons of alloys. Why would he need to rob others?

Jinchu didn't know that there were already people who knew the value of it.

In the bustling city center of the scrap yard, a young girl with long, curly reddish-brown hair gestured with a colorful feather to her head. "What a beautiful feather! Look, doesn't it complement my hair color?"

As she spoke, she inserted the feather into her hair. The colorful feather in her reddish-brown hair shone brightly under the light, quite dazzling. Of course, too bright a color can be beautiful, but it can also be considered gaudy.

The maid, of course, picked the best one and said, "Yes, it's very beautiful."

"Go find more of these feathers. I want to wear a crown made of these feathers at the Vice Admiral's welcome party in three days."