"By the way, Old Ma, I want to ask about something."
"What is it? Tell me."
"Have you ever heard of a mineral with particularly strong radiation? The kind that's very valuable."
"Are you talking about Alien Ore?"
"Oh, do you know what that is?"
"I'm not really sure about the specifics, it has nothing to do with me. I only heard about it occasionally chatting with other mayors; it seems to be a special metal called isotope, a strictly regulated controlled substance."
"What's it used for?"
"I don't know that. I only know it's extremely valuable. A decade or so ago, a small town with a population of thirty or forty thousand discovered this kind of ore, received massive support, and quickly upgraded to a county."
Ren Zhong pondered, "So if a citizen discovered Alien Ore but didn't report it, secretly extracted it wanting to smuggle, what would happen?"
"You weren't involved in such a thing before you became a wasteland person, were you?"
Ren Zhong shook his head, "No way!"
