As for himself.

Sorry, his real labor value is only five divine coins.

The fundamental reason is that he is too weak.

He is like a child laborer living among a group of adults and working with everyone. If others can move ten bricks at a time, he can only move one.

The worst thing is that he will not receive any special treatment, but will be bullied because of it.

Even if you want to make money, it is not that easy!

"So this is what I earned with the reward, the first place in the Gods Competition? I worked hard to pick up the corpse here. You should know that on earth, I should be the number one person."

"The gap is a bit big? Can't adapt anymore?" Simba smiled.

Yuan Chenfei shook his head: "I am a psychologist. I can regulate my psychology, but I cannot regulate my income. Simba, I am here not to earn five god coins in one afternoon."

"This is the most suitable for you. Although picking up corpses is dirty, at least the risk is not high. If you are lucky, you will be well-developed if you pick up an unbreakable piece of equipment. Think about it, although the equipment here is all ragged, each piece is high-end goods. Premium equipment is only ordinary here, rare and often seen, and mythical weapons will be encountered with good luck."

"It's all broken, and even if there is a mythical weapon, it won't be mine."

Simba said earnestly: "It depends on yourself. How can you get more benefits from it? You are not someone who can only fight with the wind, right? Even in a disadvantageous situation, you have to find a way to save it."

Yuan Chenfei looked at Simba and said nothing for a long time.

After a while, he nodded: "You are right, I can't just fight the right wind."

Simba grinned: "That's right. The corpse of the evening starts after a standard time. We have enough time to deal with the rags first and then have a meal together."

"Self-help, please help me."
Chapter completed!