Zhang Yuan: ....
Well, what does it feel like to have a system that is more dedicated than you?
It's really hard to give up.
Zhang Yuan dressed himself up, changed into a very cool black outfit and put on sunglasses.
Handsome guy out on the street.
I'm going to sort out the supply channels today.
Otherwise, it would be a bit tiring to go shopping by yourself every day.
With his hands in his pockets, he strolled leisurely on the street.
Anxious 007 kept making noises in his mind.
[Host, could you please stop dawdling? Woohoo, we'll be out of stock soon.]
Zhang Yuan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar town while replying to 007 in his mind.
"Can't you just restock automatically? I spent 60,000 yesterday, and now I only have 90,000 left. If I finish restocking today, I'll be broke. What will I do then?"
Zhang Yuan thought of his empty wallet and felt helpless about 007's urging.
"Why don't you sell your ancestor's robe? If you sell it, you'll have money, right?"
007 squatted in the corner, muttering in dissatisfaction.
Zhang Yuan shrugged. "That's easy to say. If I suddenly took out such a well-made dragon robe and it attracted the attention of someone with ulterior motives, how could I hide?"
He only exchanged the dragon robe from Qin Shi Huang yesterday, and he didn't know how to sell it yet.
Moreover, Zhang Yuan really didn't want to sell this kind of handicraft.
He had a vague idea in his mind that he wanted to cooperate with the country.
After all, only the country can come up with weapons such as cannons to defeat the little notebooks.
But it is not yet decided whether to do so.
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