1337 Finding Treasures in a Garbage Dump (2/2)

Zhang Zian covered his nose and walked into a stall of garbage to find something he had accidentally picked up on when he'd looked through the drone camera.

The white dog and Vladimir stared at each other like battle cocks. If the other party moved, they just might engage in a fight at any time.

”What are you doing?” asked the white dog.

”None of your business!” Vladimir muttered. ”Don't you dare get any horrible ideas!”

”I am looking for something I just saw. It should be the key to solving the problem,” Zhang Zian replied.

The white dog was confused. What could be found in the garbage? The stray dogs had ​​lived in the landfill for quite some time, grazing in the garbage all day. Never had they thought that awesome things could be found here...

The idea of ​​garbage in the garbage field was entrenched in his mind.

”Ah, found it,” he said to himself.

Both dog and cat opened their eyes wide and looked at him. The former was full of doubts, while the latter had been born with curiosity.

Zhang Zian used his feet to push away the remaining garbage that prevented him from reaching the item he wanted. He bent down and picked up a...color-printed cardboard box with a transparent plastic piece. One could see the contents through the plastic piece.

”Just this? How can this solve the problem of eating and drinking for hundreds of my brothers?”

The white dog didn't believe that the item could help. Not even Vladimir thought that it would work. How could such a seemingly cheap thing be so powerful?

”You underestimate this thing,” Zhang Zian said as he took a closer look. The outer packaging was intact, although it was slightly stained. It would be fine if someone wiped it down.

”Do you know what this is?” He lowered the carton to their field of vision and let them see what was inside through the transparent plastic sheet.

The white dog said, ”A plastic man that looks full of vitality?”

The outside of the box was covered in Japanese words. It contained a three-dimensional model of a girl, called a figure by some professionals. Her eyes were large, her looks were typical, and her entire identity was determined by her signature clothing and hair color.

In addition, the clothes that she wore were very skimpy, with the top unable to cover all her assets. Her chest was disproportionately large, and her thighs were deliberately divided to have a slender look. Her eyes and posture were built for seduction and temptation.

She stood on a round plastic chassis and proudly showed off her figure to the audience.

The white dog sighed. ”The world is constantly changing, and man's desire changes with time. They used to rip open underwear to be able to look at buttocks. Now they are looking for underwear but opening up butts...”

”It is this kind of plastic villain that you look down on that will help you. This is almost brand-new. If you sell this at a secondhand store as an almost-new item, you can easily make a few hundred dollars off it from an otaku. If you use that to buy dog food, one dog can easily be fed for two to three months. If we purchase food at wholesale prices, it will go even longer.” Zhang Zian shared the facts of the item with them.

”What?”

The white dog and Vladimir both opened their eyes in surprise and said in unison, ”Are those otakus idiots?”

”There is a market for these things as long as there is demand.” Zhang Zian shrugged. ”The point is that this junkyard may be full of treasures. You just lack a pair of trained eyes. For example, this figurine—although I don't know how it got here in the dump, I can perhaps try to guess. It might've originally belonged to an otaku who already had a lot of possessions. One day, he suddenly got really lucky and managed to find himself a girlfriend, a MILF or a really hot girl. Then, as time passed, this girl of his visited him. However, tragedy struck. They found a dead man's body—the otaku had died from excessive gaming in his home. The body had already started decomposing and it was the neighbors who informed the police. In any case, the woman saw this... She seemed to be unable to bear the temperament of the figurines and went crazy on the spot. Perhaps in order to return the dead house to a more normal way of life, or perhaps because she was threatened by the looks of the doll... She decisively made the decision to throw it all away. Then, of course, the figurine came here to us... These are, of course, my speculations. There is also a possibility that when the house was being redesigned and transformed, on the one hundred and first attempt to do so, the decision was made to throw everything away without much thought. However, ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time, the person regretted it after a while. However, Lady Luck might not be on their side, and the garbage truck might've moved too quickly for the person to retrieve it. When the otaku, wearing slippers and shorts, ran downstairs to salvage the situation, the garbage truck may have grabbed it already. What was left was the otaku left by the roadside, crying out at the truck pathetically and loudly...”

Zhang Zian had come up with a very long-winded story on what could've happened. Both the white dog and Vladimir were bewildered by what they heard.