Chapter 8: Turned Filthy Rich In A Day?!
But when Zhao Yiming opened the door, he realized that he still hadn't thrown out or sold some of the trash.
So he did just that.
So, begrudgingly, he grabbed the remaining junk and made a run to the recycling center—selling bottles, paper, and anything remotely useful.
He even managed to sell off some crappy furniture from the apartment before heading back upstairs to pick out Zhao Yiming's "best" suit.
"Hmph... this brat's taste is awful."
He sighed, staring at an old black suit crumpled in the corner of the wardrobe. It smelled like rotting wood like it hadn't been touched in years.
"Weird... If he was working, he should have more than one suit, wardrobe should be packed. Looks like he got fired and tossed everything in rage—then spiraled into depression."
He shook his head. Just a theory, but hey, it was believable. He'd done the same thing once—fired and humiliated, then throwing his old uniform into a gutter like it wronged him personally.
Then, a notification blinked in front of him:
[Do you want to buy a suit from the System Shop?]
He raised an eyebrow. This wasn't from the deity—it was from the system. That meant it might actually be functional and not completely stupid.