Chapter 1 Broken stones in the garbage dump

Holy Star.

The third port city.

In the store, the glass cabinets on both sides of the wall are filled with various optical computers.

These optical brains, even though they look old... are actually still broken.

The young man has a screwdriver in his left hand and a soldering iron in his right hand with a microlens. On the table, there is an old optical brain with sparks and lightning.

"Take it easy." The old man behind him was bald and wearing an undershirt, and his flip-flops were shaking as his legs were shaking: "Han Zhou, come here so early today, don't you go to the garbage dump to bully people? Don't you wear Confucian robes either?"

Young Han Zhou raised his head and laughed: "Old Wangtou, from now on, I don't have to pick up garbage."

"Why are you wearing a Confucian robe? I originally planned to act as an ordinary person...forget it, I will tell you after the matter is completed."

"By the way, you're not going to play cards today?"

The bald old Wang shook his legs: "One is short of three, how to fight?"

"A few of my regular card game friends have work today, and new goods are coming from the port garbage dump."

"You're a fool, do you have to concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination? But if you don't pick up garbage, life will be difficult."

Han Zhou raised his head: "Of course not. I will not be short of money in the future. When I, Mr. Han, become rich, I will come back to help you."

The bald old man turned on the TV with the remote control panel: "There must be a big job today. There is so much garbage coming to the garbage dump. I don't know where another war broke out."

"Watch the news."

Han Zhou continued to lower his head to repair the optical brain.

The reason why Han Zhou has a good relationship with Lao Wangtou is because Lao Wangtou's poker friends are all from the junkyard.

Every time some war debris comes into Hong Kong, Han Zhou will know about it not only the first time, but also the second time.

Every time I go to pick up trash, I am one step ahead of others.

But starting from today, Han Zhou is no longer a dirty garbage bug.

The TV is broadcasting:

"The Sixth Immortal Martial Legion went on an expedition to the Sky Demon Star and was ambushed in the Chaotic Star Territory. They suffered heavy casualties. Eighty-seven battleships were sunk, and only four of the sixteen capital ships withdrew from the battlefield."

"It is reported that His Highness Ling Xu, the top leader of the fleet, was seriously injured, Weiyuan Marquis Long Xinxie, and Demon Suppressing Marquis Han Bugui sacrificed their lives for the empire."

"As soon as the news came out, the entire stock market's war stocks and immortality stocks plummeted. Currently, the Lingxu Index plummeted by 837 points, and the overall number of immortality stocks fell by 10%, triggering the circuit breaker mechanism..."

Han Zhou no longer wanted to hear the rest.

Put on the light-transmitting lens again and continue repairing the optical brain.

"Well, although the performance of this optical computer has dropped by 23%, the additional functions are well preserved, and it can still be sold at a good price."

Putting down the soldering iron and screwdriver, Han Zhou silently took out a Confucian robe from the worn backpack he carried with him and put it on.

Old Wangtou: "Didn't you say you won't wear Confucian robes?"

Han Zhou was angry: "I'm joking with you, do you believe it?"

"Stop talking, I'm going to the garbage dump first."

Lao Wangtou took out 2,700 yuan and said, "Put it away and don't drop it."

After collecting the money, Han Zhou ran quickly towards the garbage dump.

"Is it more likely that I will be the lone star of the evil force, or is it more likely that I will be the bad guy?"

After traveling through time and coming to this world, Han Zhou grew up in a slum.

I live a life of picking up garbage and selling garbage every day.

In school, you can only learn Confucianism and Taoism which cost the least money and do not require too many resources.

Living the worst life.

A month ago, the famous Demon Suppressor Han Bugui came to his door and told Han Zhou that he was Han Zhou's father.

Han Zhou believed it.

Do you still need to think about this kind of thing? Even if Han Bugui said that she was Han Zhou's mother, he would immediately cry: "Mother! It's so hard for me to find you!"

Han Bugui said that Han Zhou was an illegitimate son and his family would not recognize him, so this time he went on an expedition to the Sky Demon Star. If he achieved military merit, he would ask His Majesty to give Han Zhou a title.

Does this kind of thing still need to be considered?

Han Zhou immediately said, 'Father is mighty and domineering! Wait for the good news about dad! Beat the turtle grandson of Tianyaoxing to death!!'

While walking quickly, Han Zhou sighed: "Han Bugui, Han Bugui, you didn't choose the right name."

Our ancestors are still wise and can make a living with a cheap name. If you are named Han Goudan, you will definitely not die young!

It seems that my unknown grandfather is not very good at naming.

How much impact did Han Bugui's death in battle have on the empire?

Han Zhou didn't know.

Han Zhou only knew that he would wake up from his dream and continue his previous life.

The garbage dump is close at hand.

Sure enough, the dumping of war garbage has already begun.

There are mainly three types of garbage dumped in garbage dumps: domestic garbage from passengers on ships, mechanical garbage from ship repairs, and war garbage.

Among them, war waste is naturally the most interesting and valuable.

The lowest level of war garbage is sect war garbage.

The most advanced ones are naturally the garbage produced in the starry sky by the imperial expedition.

Han Zhou, who was wearing a Confucian robe, quickly rushed into the garbage dump and looked at a huge spaceship dumping garbage: "Area Six?"

In the garbage dump, the fat man who had been hiding for a long time saw Han Zhou running out, and he also ran out with gritted teeth: "You beast, you are not so sinister today, show up first?"

Han Zhou glanced at the fat man, ignored him at all, and ran directly to the garbage mountain: "You bitch, you are not happy if I don't cheat on you?"

The fat man chased after him angrily: "If I hadn't been guarding you, a beast like you, the fat man would have taken out the treasure and run away!"

Looking at the fat man's face, which was so angry that his facial features were tangled together, Han Zhou said, "Today I will be on your right side and you will be on your left side, so we don't interfere with each other."

"The vultures and their army will come soon, and we won't be able to catch anything."

This fat man was nicknamed Mouse. Like Han Zhou, he also had information channels.

So I always come to the garbage dump first.

The fat man didn't go to the left at all: "You must have seen a treasure falling on the right, you beast, don't even think about it!"

Han Zhou scorned: "A mouse is a mouse, a fat mouse is a mouse, and his brain is only as big as a walnut."

In this garbage dump, Han Zhou was nicknamed a beast.

Han Zhou is famous for being cunning, cunning and shameless.

The fat man is famous for his alertness, so he is called Mouse.

"Get away." Han Zhou said and clicked on the optical brain on his wrist: "Scan."

Seeing Han Zhou lowering his head to look at his head, a dagger suddenly appeared in the fat man's hand and stabbed Han Zhou.

"Dang!"

A huge mace was swung down.

The fat man turned over deftly, but a piece of his clothes was still hung up by the nails of the mace, leaving two blood stains.

"Fuck! Fuck! I almost lost my life!" The injured fat man quickly hid behind a large refrigerator: "Aren't you a Confucian? You scholar carries a mace with you?!"

Han Zhou held the mace and smiled: "Are you envious of the size of my space ring?"

"My young master has long since taken out a good space ring with a cube of space. I always carry this mace with me."

Taking advantage of getting rid of the fat man, Han Zhou quickly rushed in to choose the treasure.

After the transformation of this optical brain, it can identify items with spiritual power and precious metals. Anything marked is a good thing.

"On the battlefield, weapons must have been scanned and taken away, and valuables have been stored as relics. Only these damaged things have a chance to come here."

"If you can pick up the broken crystals, you will make a lot of money!"

"Hey, the Rainbow S207 graphics card, dedicated to the new generation of optical computers, is quite complete. Couldn't it have fallen out of the photovoltaic warehouse?"

Not far away, I saw Han Zhou receiving an almost complete graphics card, his eyes widened and his eyes were about to burst: "You beast, you have done all the bad things, you will be blown to death in this garbage dump sooner or later!"

While shouting, I felt sad at the same time: If I hadn’t been so vigilant and gone in first to take it out, this graphics card would be mine!

"boom!"

A violent explosion occurred not far away.

Various pieces of exploded metal flew all over the sky.
To be continued...