She jumped off the ladder, brought a low table and two plastic benches, placed it at the dividing line, and stretched out her little hand: "Sit!"

"Thanks!"

Zhuang Zhouyi sat down with his butt, his stool was short, his legs were long, and his legs were wide open like a human-shaped spider.

"What's your side?" A Yuan's eyes were dark and bright, and his face was full of curiosity.

"It's very complicated, I can't explain it clearly for a while."

"What do you do?"

"In the past, I used to do the media, but now I open a small shop. Where are you?"

"I……"

A Yuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She was wearing a big men's jacket and rolled her sleeves up with difficulty, and took out a wallet from her pocket. Uh, wallet?

Then, the wallet is expanded and turned into a folding touch phone like a small tablet. The screen is smooth and traceless, and it looks very solid.

She clicked a few more times and brushed!

A holographic projection was set up on the screen, or a business card, which reads: "Recycle old goods, old computers, old mobile phones, old home appliances, Balabara, you can go to the door to receive the goods."

Oh, scrap collecting!

Zhuang Zhou didn't dare to say it, and he also took out his cell phone: "It's worthy of 2049. I have folded cell phones, but it has never solved the problems of creases and screen toughness. Most people use me like this..........."

He suddenly screamed.

"What network?"

"I have a net, I can connect to my net! Alas, wait a moment!"

Zhuang Zhouping was excited and quickly sorted out: I can't go out, but I can still connect to the Internet...

Hiss!
Chapter completed!