Qi Yun wandered around the shop again, still finding nothing.
Frowning, he considered his words, then turned to the shop clerk and asked, "Buddy, when did you get these laptops? They're all gathering dust."
"The timing is irregular; some have been here for several months. What's up, didn't find one you liked?"
"Yeah, is there anything else?"
"No, that's all we have." The clerk smiled helplessly and continued with his work.
Qi Yun couldn't help but be puzzled, thinking it shouldn't be like this; did he go to the wrong place?
He stepped outside and looked up to confirm that the sign indeed said 'Xinglong Computer Repair Shop'.
System error?
"Buddy, this is the only shop, right?"
"Yeah." The clerk nodded blankly, somewhat confused.
What on earth is going on...
Qi Yun furrowed his brows, reluctant to leave, after all, it was over a million!
Just then, a middle-aged man approached from a distance, directly entered the shop, and put a backpack on the counter.
