Transported to a garbage-filled planet in the interstellar era, Ji You was so poor she was nearly digging the soil to eat, but... the soil was toxic and inedible... With no other choice, she had to lower her standards and pick up trash and sell scrap, such as these beautiful grass seeds that no one wanted. She gathered them and threaded them into beads to sell online.
But once she posted them online, someone left a negative review: 'Selling grass seeds? Are you crazy for money?'
Days later, this person was pounding the wall in regret: 'I beg you, sell me a grass seed bead, just one! Just one is enough.'
Ji You coldly responded: 'Not selling!'
And then there's the sparkling stones lying all over the streets that nobody wanted. She picked them up, polished them into bracelets, and sold them online.
People lashed out with their words: 'Selling such broken rocks - have you never seen money?'
Days later, those same people were crying and wailing: 'I was blind, I was so shortsighted, to overlook such beautiful and pretty stones. I beg you, sell me one.'
Ji You spread her hands: 'Gone.'

A preliminary estimate - surely it must be several million messages, if not more?


Besides, while she was checking, the messages kept coming in without pause.


Ji You patted her chest, telling herself that her email must have been targeted by spam software, which is why she received so many messages at once. Comforting herself with this thought, Ji You braced herself once more and randomly opened an email.


First of all, please accept my sincerest greetings... To me, you are like a gust of wind that dashes by, instantly making my heart flutter like a startled deer...]


Is this spam again, following the same script as last time?


Chapter 50 - 050 Little Cutie... he's Spicy Eye.