Fang Chenyi hesitated. Should he recycle this thing or put it in his woven bag’s storage space? Although the muzzle was damaged, it didn’t really affect his ability to handle it.

For someone like Fang Chenyi, who had treated every stick-like object as a gun to play with since he was a kid, he truly loved what was in front of him.

After some thought, Fang Chenyi shook his head in resignation:

’Forget it. If I really like it, I’ll get a good one for myself later.’

Having thought that, he reached out and tossed it directly into the woven bag.

[Host has picked up one old M4. System reward: 9,000 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank card account. Please check your balance.]

The moment he tossed the M4 into the woven bag, the 9,000-yuan recycling price chimed in his mind, leaving Fang Chenyi speechless. Based on his past experience, the system recycled items for nearly ten times their actual value. This meant that a fully-kitted M4 like this was only really worth 900 yuan??

’That’s way too cheap! As far as I know, even a gel blaster on Taobao costs more than that!’

What Fang Chenyi didn’t know was that without the scope and other attachments, the system would have only rewarded him with one or two thousand yuan for it.

After tossing it in, Fang Chenyi suddenly slapped his forehead.

’Damn it, what a waste! Why didn’t I take off the scope and stuff first?!’

He was full of regret, but since it was already in the woven bag, there was no way to get it out.

Fortunately, there was still a huge container in front of him. With a helpless sigh, Fang Chenyi shifted his gaze to the various guns in the large dumpster.

Pistols, rifles, submachine guns, light machine guns... The sheer variety of firearms and parts was overwhelming. He even found some guns that looked a bit old but appeared to be in perfect working condition.

This more than satisfied Fang Chenyi’s urge to play with them.

"Sigh, this could only happen abroad. Back home, this would be unthinkable."

While he was lamenting, his hands never stopped moving.

[Host has picked up one old WA2000 sniper rifle. System reward: 4,800,000 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank card account. Please check your balance.]

"Holy shit! How much was that?"

As he was continuously picking things up, a notification in his mind suddenly stunned him. With a look of disbelief, he quickly pulled out his phone to check. Staring at the long string of zeros on his screen, Fang Chenyi was completely dumbfounded.

’What gun was that? It was worth over four million, eight hundred thousand yuan?!’

Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but sigh in amazement. It looked like he’d made the right call coming here. ’At this rate, I can probably make at least sixty or seventy million from this one trip! I hope there are more guns like that!’

[Host has picked up one old Beretta. System reward: 1,200 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank card account. Please check your balance.]

[Host has picked up one old Type 95. System reward: 6,000 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank card account. Please check your balance.]

...

As time passed, Fang Chenyi tossed gun after gun into the woven bag.

Just then, his phone suddenly rang.

He reluctantly stopped what he was doing. A look at the screen showed it was Demo Did calling. He was probably asking where Fang Chenyi was, as they were about to leave.

Fang Chenyi glanced at the more than half-full container of gun trash, his heart aching at the thought. He wondered if these guns would be cleared out by the time he got back.

But compared to his Ocean Harmony, these guns were nothing. After agreeing to meet downstairs, he also called Qi Xiaotian and his companion, telling them both to come down.

Fang Chenyi gave the dumpster a regretful look. He quickly extended his trash grabber and, without even looking, scooped up a bunch of things with a CLATTER. Only then did he reluctantly turn and walk away.

As he walked, he folded the woven bag and put it in his backpack. Meanwhile, the recent notifications were still ringing nonstop in his mind.

[Host has picked up one old M16. System reward: 1,300 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank card account. Please check your balance.]

[Host has picked up one copy of the "Global Compendium of Famous Firearms," triggering a special system reward. Rewarding all items within the "Global Compendium of Famous Firearms." Small reward items have been placed in the woven bag; please retrieve them yourself. Large reward items are currently being delivered; please be ready to receive them!]

[Host has picked up one box of 9mm shell casings. System reward: 600 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank card account. Please check your balance.]

...

Fang Chenyi, who had just walked away from the trash site, suddenly stopped. A flash of joy appeared in his eyes.

’I just heard the sound of a special reward!’

’That’s right, it was definitely the sound of a special reward. But because the notifications hadn’t stopped, I didn’t clearly hear what the reward was. Still, it must have been firearms.’

With that thought, Fang Chenyi opened the woven bag and peered inside, immediately seeing the scene within its storage space.

A brief explanation is in order here: whenever Fang Chenyi looked into the opening of the woven bag, the space within would appear before his very eyes. If he wanted to retrieve an item, he only needed to think of it, reach inside, and he could pull it out.

Right now, Fang Chenyi could see it clearly. In a corner of the woven bag’s storage space, something resembling a gun rack had appeared.

On it were all sorts of firearms. Fang Chenyi even saw several round, ball-shaped items on one of the display racks.

It was worth noting that the illustrations in the "Global Compendium of Famous Firearms" sometimes included other items for decoration, such as grenades.

"Boss, what are you doing over here?"

While Fang Chenyi was looking down into the woven bag’s space, Demo Did’s confused voice rang out. He then looked up and saw the trash area behind Fang Chenyi. He immediately pulled Fang Chenyi a few steps away and said with a look of disgust:

"Boss, that’s where they put the trash. It’s a filthy place. We should stay far away from it. No one goes in there except the black people who are in charge of cleaning it up. We’re not supposed to go in. Otherwise, people will make fun of us."

Hearing this, Fang Chenyi finally understood why he hadn’t seen anyone else go in there all this time. ’So that’s how it is.’

"Haha, there’s no need for all that fuss. Alright, let’s go. Aren’t we going to the Ocean Harmony?"

Hearing Fang Chenyi’s words, Demo Did’s attention returned to the matter at hand. With an excited expression, he led the way towards a Lamborghini van parked nearby and said:

"Right, right! Hehe, I invited a lot of friends to go with us. Their families are all very rich. I’ll introduce them to you later, Boss. Oh, right! They all drink the water from your home regularly!"

Fang Chenyi didn’t pay much mind to Demo Did’s words. What he cared about was Demo Did’s car.

Pointing at the Lamborghini logo, Fang Chenyi asked, somewhat speechless:

"I say, Old Di, Lamborghini makes vans now? You didn’t just swap the logo, did you?"

Demo Did was slightly taken aback by his words, then burst out laughing.

"Haha, how could that be? I had this custom-made by Lamborghini. Forget a van, as long as you have the blueprints, they can build any car for you! Oh, right, that tractor I bought from you last time? I took it for a spin in front of my friends, and they were so jealous. I heard a few of them have already asked Lamborghini to build one for them."

Asking Lamborghini to build a walk-behind tractor... Hearing this, Fang Chenyi was utterly dumbfounded.

As Demo Did helped Fang Chenyi open the car door, he continued smugly:

"Hehe, but Boss, not just anyone can build a vehicle like yours. At the very least, Lamborghini would have a hard time with that engine!"