It is said that this tall building can cost billions, but now it is only more than 60 million, which is more than a hundred times smaller.

After searching, Lu Chuan found the instructions.

"Depend on!"

After seeing the explanation, Lu Chuan felt a little disappointed. In fact, the recycling of this building was calculated based on the value of scrap steel and the value of the items in the building, because in this apocalypse, were these remaining high-rise buildings valuable?

The answer is of course no.

Put it here, like ruins, worthless.

The reason why more than 60 million can be recycled is entirely because there are many items in it, and some items have certain value. Otherwise, if it is simply a high-rise building, perhaps this scrap steel can be sold for millions, which is very good.

I thought I had found a way to make a fortune, but who would have thought that there were many restrictions here.

"A building costs tens of millions, tens of millions, and one hundred buildings costs tens of billions. It is absolutely no problem to clear the entire city and contribute hundreds of billions of dollars. In addition, gold, antiques, and a large number of various metals, there must be trillions of dollars."

After this analysis, Lu Chuan was immediately happy.

The recycling price is a little lower, but it cannot stand the quantity.

One Zhongzhou city is only one trillion yuan. How many cities are there in the entire China? And what about the world?

Countless precious metals, antiques, etc., the value of these things will not be weakened, which means that the value of these antiques in the process of human civilization is not known for many trillions of dollars.

Lu Chuan looked at the broken city, but at this moment, his eyes shone brightly.

"That's all money."

There was already a golden light in Lu Chuan's eyes.
Chapter completed!