It's not that others don't know that there may be good things hidden behind the iron door.

But it may be useless, just an iron door!

They dare not gamble.

After all, one thousand eight hundred dollars is two to three weeks’ salary for a working-class person!

Not low!

The security guard handed Zhu Yu a lock with a key. Zhu Yu simply locked the door and followed the administrator forward.

Those who planned to see what Zhu Yu could produce suddenly showed disappointed expressions.

Zhu Yu obviously didn't intend to show it to them.

The manager walked to the door of a warehouse and said loudly:

"Warehouse No. 39, shooting starts now! You have one minute to observe!"

After saying this, he motioned to the security guard to unlock the door.

Zhu Yu has already started scanning this warehouse.

To his disappointment, it was filled with clutter.

It is more like a homeless shelter than a warehouse.

There were piles of picked-up cardboard boxes on both sides of the door. The cardboard boxes were filled with old stuffed toys, bowls, cups, and old magazines. Inside, blocked by the cardboard boxes, was a roll of blankets with raw edges exposed.

Roll it up into a ball and throw it on top. There are big wads of toilet paper next to the pillow.

At the very end, there was an old chair with no visible color, and a frying pan with a broken handle was placed on it. There was a black mass inside, and there seemed to be flies crawling on it.

Originally, Zhu Yu had no intention of reading any more, but when his heavenly eye scanned the bedding, his eyes suddenly lit up!
Chapter completed!