He is not a person at the beginning of the game.

Guo Qinshou, who had already walked out of the boiler room, listened to the wailing of a group of men in the bathhouse. He felt so refreshed. Drinking cold water in the hottest days of summer was so refreshing.

If the men's and women's bathhouses were not next to each other, he would have wanted to change the sign, maybe he could have helped a few couples get together - no need to thank me, he's a good man!!

He walked into the staff dormitory with square steps and shaking his head, and looked at the message board at the entrance. This is the factory's bulletin board. When someone wants to see you or there is something going on, they will leave a message here.

"No one is looking for me. It's really a lonely life, and loneliness is like a song~" Guo Qinshou sighed randomly with a bleak face. He carried the thermos filled with hot water in one hand, wiped his hair with the other hand, and walked back to his home with a clang.

Looking around like a thief, I found that Guo Qinshou's room was located at the innermost part of the second floor, on the sunny side of the left hand. As for why he had only one room to himself, it could be arranged if you gave away your salary and bills as a favor!

Seeing that the door of the dormitory opposite was closed and no one was coming in or out from the next room, Guo Qinshou quickly entered the room, closed the door, and then inserted his hand. This was a perfect little world that no one could enter unless they broke in violently.

Close the door and it's all unified, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, throw the thermos on the table, plug the windows, and then pull the curtains, and it's a perfect secret room, all you need is a living Conan.

"Taishang Laojun, Queen Mother of the West, Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing, please bless me~" Guo Qinshou shouted in a panic, and then the environment suddenly changed, and he came to the outside of the wall of Gold Finger's warehouse area again.

"Thank God, it's not an illusion. I, your disciple Guo Qinshou, will definitely marry myself a few beautiful wives if I can, and will not let down any opportunity given by any great god. Ami Tofu!" After making his wish, Guo Qinshou immediately bent down and ran to the shipping port.

I looked at the pile of boxes behind the fist-sized delivery port with a silly smile. What did they look like? Express cardboard boxes.

It's said to be a mountain of things, but in fact there are only about a hundred pieces, and the visual effect is quite shocking. They are roughly divided into three piles, with the largest number of pieces being one dollar, more than a dozen pieces being ten dollars, and only one piece being a hundred dollars.

Guo Qinshou's eyes sparkled. He accidentally reached the pinnacle of his life. It was so beautiful.

"Cough-cough-"

After coughing twice in a pretentious manner, Guo Qinshou took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket. This was his salary for last month, which he had originally intended to pay as a tribute to Yang Weimin, and to show his attitude to Director Yang.

Now, grandma!

37.5 plus the 5 yuan compensation he received yesterday, a total of 42.5 yuan. Guo Qinshou put 12.5 yuan back into his pocket. After all, he still had to eat before he got his salary.

He stuffed thirty yuan directly into the shipping port, which was as big as a fist, without even asking for anything to be spit out.

Guo Qinshou pointed at the box of one dollar excitedly and said, "Twenty one-dollar ones first, then one ten-dollar one, let's try our luck!"

This is not even a chance to try. I'm just going all in. Then twenty-one boxes came out from the shipping port, but Guo Qinshou was confused. Which one was the ten-yuan one?

"It's all the same, you idiot!" After cursing at the delivery port in dissatisfaction, Guo Qinshou sat down on the ground with his legs crossed, very casually.

"Pan Jinlian, may I have a bicycle!"

"Squeak!"

Guo Qinshou tore off the tape on the box and took a closer look: "Is this a mobile phone? A ten-dollar box like this?"

Although Guo Qinshou was very pleased to get a mobile phone from the blind box, he was unhappy because he couldn't use it.

"Recycle it, it's useless!" As soon as Guo Qinshou finished speaking, the phone and the packaging box disappeared in his hands, and then a dime appeared.

"The repurchase price is only one tenth of the price, you are such a profiteer!" After complaining again, Guo Qinshou put a dime into his pocket and started the blind box challenge again.

The last twenty blind boxes left contained a lot of good things. How can I describe them? Three off-road RVs, two big red sports cars, four strange-shaped motorcycles, an electric bicycle, five 50-kilogram bags of rice, two high-tech electric shavers, an electric safe more than one meter high, a high-tech electric fan, and a box of paper money for the dead.

There were good things all over the floor, but only 250 kilograms of rice were useful to him. If you took out the rest, they would be chopped up in minutes.

And the most terrifying thing is that feudal superstitions are being eradicated now. This box of ghost money is enough to send Guo Qinshou to labor camp for several months.

"I protest. Why can't the return be based on the value of the items opened, but on the value of the blind box? Give me an explanation!" Guo Qinshou stood at the shipping port and shouted loudly inside.

There's nothing he can do. He feels bad. He never touched these luxury cars in his previous life. Now they could be his, but he can't get them. They're not useful. You could give him financial compensation, but it's useless. There's no response at all.

Guo Qinshou looked at the five bags of rice on the ground with grief and anger. Each bag weighed fifty kilograms. Then there was the one dollar and fifty cents in his hand. With that ten dollars, he could buy one of the five bags of rice. What the hell!

But after Guo Qinshou did the math, it was not too bad, not much of a loss.

A pound of rice costs 57.5 cents, so pounds is . Logically, he should have made a profit, but he has no house or pot, so what use is there for this rice?

You have to hide from people when selling it, otherwise you will be considered a speculator and will die. Of course, it is allowed to sell some caught or grown crops by individuals, but he is a worker, where does he get the land? This is really cheating.

Finally, I made up my mind, put fifty cents in my pocket, and bought another blind box for one dollar. I didn’t want to be so unlucky all the time.

"May our ancestors bless us and our descendants...I pray to the ancestor, is it Guo Dapiao's or mine? Knock inside, open it!" Guo Qinshou gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, using all his strength.

"Thorn-"

"Damn, has God opened his eyes?" Guo Qinshou stared at the large can of malted milk that had been opened on the ground, his eyes as big as copper bells.

The tin cans were painted with various stickers, which were colorful and particularly festive, especially the big bold words "Fortified Malted Milk".

"I'm sorry, that's not right. I remember malted milk was 800g per can. It must be almost ten kilograms. 4000g, eight kilograms!!" Guo Qinshou shouted, almost breaking his voice.

You know, in this day and age, a can of 800 grams of malted milk costs 40 yuan, and eight kilograms of malted milk will cost at least around 250 yuan. The key point is that this is beyond the scope.

Who has ever seen a malted milk can that is almost as big as a fire bucket? I really thought everyone was a fool, but when I lowered my head, hehe... The production date has changed, 1960 is good enough.

Guo Qinshou had a look of disgust on his face, but in fact he was laughing so hard that he couldn't close his legs. He mischievously stuffed the box back through the shipping port and then left the warehouse area.

Looking at the small room in front of him, there was no choice but to come on. He waved his hand and pointed to the corner like a leader, and five bags of rice without any words appeared, neatly stacked.

Then there was the bucket of malted milk. If he gave this to someone as a gift, they would be scared to death. Guo Qinshou hid the malted milk in his bedding. At least he didn't plan to take it out now.

"There are still thirteen yuan left. Damn, this is a note from Lou Xiao'e, beautiful!" Guo Qinshou knew where to go with all his rice.