Gray-White Orange

When Allen Zhang opened my eyes, he found himself on the free air of the West Coast. 
He became a city explorer. 
He started off with no dog, no identity, not even a tent. 
Fortunately, he gained a daily intelligence system and made many like-minded friends. 
[Daily Intelligence: At the club on 134 Hopson Street, there are a large number of recyclable cans and clear beverage bottles in the green trash bin in the alley.] 
[Daily Intelligence: In the red trash can on 96 Eito Street, there are unfinished burgers and 7 fresh flowers, as well as an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir red wine.] 
[Daily Intelligence: Your good neighbor Jesse has a scratch-off lottery ticket worth $5000 in their tent!]
[Daily Intelligence: Mike's junkyard is selling a 1976 GMC camper van that has been parked in the suburbs for twenty years for a low price of $200. Details: At the Old Pick Garage, there is someone who can fix it.] 
Fxxk!! Life has turned into a ridiculous scavenger game. 
Allen Zhang decides to start leveling up from the streets of the novice village, striving for a better tomorrow.

America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Guise also took the General Sect Leader's hand, shouldering his way through the crowd, Allen Zhang gave her a strange look.


Seeing that she was genuinely nervous, he patted her on the shoulder to reassure her, "Don't worry, they'll soon be too scared to raise the bid again!"


Black glared back at him with widened eyes.


Allen Zhang looked at him with contempt.


Bid if you have the money, scram if you don't.


Black Devil, trying to act like you're at an auction, why didn't the staff hang you up?


Times have truly changed, bestsellers can sit at the auction like they're something.


Black, who had never been insulted like this, was furious and wanted to continue bidding. However, the online price rose again to 42,000 US Dollars.


The one next to Black pulled him wisely, "Are you crazy? We don't have that much money."


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