Pan Long had no respect for that damned Treasure-Dividing Basin.
The recycling station downstairs from his apartment complex had far more functions than this thing.
It could recycle over two hundred kinds of common waste and give other, less common waste preliminary treatment before it went on to a processing center.
It even had a 3D printing system. With a finished holographic model and enough materials, it could turn construction waste—sand, cement, and the like—into a lifelike crystal statue in under half an hour.
One of his great-grandsons particularly loved using the neighborhood recycling station to make ornaments. Several shelves at home were piled with them: wood, metal, plastic, and crystal. Most of the cost came from buying designs; the materials cost next to nothing.
When his old friends got together to chat, one who had been into anime culture in his youth would sigh, "Back then, a decent figurine cost nearly half a month's wages. For a life-size one, you might have to save for years... Things are better now. Buy a design, haul over some scrap plastic, and ten minutes later you've got a figurine."
"If you're interested, you could make one yourself. It's not hard."
"No! I'm over a hundred years old. Messing around with that would be... embarrassing!"
"You're a hundred and seventeen. Round it off, and you can call yourself seventeen."
"What the hell? You're only counting the last two digits?"
Then everyone would burst out laughing.
Compared with the neighborhood recycling station, this so-called Treasure-Dividing Basin was itself a piece of junk!
He eyed the basin with distaste, wondering what use it could possibly have.
After thinking for a while, he took the Treasure-Dividing Basin to his family's warehouse.
All manner of goods stood piled like mountains in the Pan Lineage's warehouse. There were