Old Zhao held a bowl of Zhajiang noodles, occasionally biting into a clove of garlic, his expression somewhat addicted as he gazed at the refrigerator in front of him.
That refrigerator was filled entirely with limited edition collectibles produced by the Ruixing Group, all secretly purchased by him.
He kept them all in the refrigerator, not daring to play with even one!
If people found out that he, at his age, still played with collectibles, where would he put his old face?
But, but...
Those collectibles were just too tempting.
His greatest dream was to buy a collectible personally made by Master Xu Hai, but every item produced by Master Xu Hai was a limited edition, something he, Old Zhao, could not afford.
Suddenly, the walls of his house burst apart, and a man dressed in black crashed through the wall and smashed onto his refrigerator, shattering it and sending a small plastic head rolling to Old Zhao's feet.
