The system asks me to pick up trash

Hold the grass, you can't put the garbage casually, if you put it indiscriminately, the system will not reward you with wealth.

Xiao Yi opened the woven bag, that is, the Qiankun bag, and said:
"Put it here."

The bodyguards put the garbage in one by one.

Fan Dexian said:
"Boss, how are they doing?"

Xiao Yi nodded in satisfaction:

"very good."

"Then we're leaving?" Fan Dexian asked.

Xiao Yi waved his hand: "Go."

Fan Dexian and the four bodyguards bowed back and left in the BMW.

Xiao Yi was closing his eyes, enjoying listening to the sound of rewards from the trash picking system:

"Ding, pick up a cigarette butt, wealth +300."

"Ding,."

"Boss, we also picked up some, please accept them."

Wang Er's mother led Wang Er to Xiao Yi, and said respectfully.

Only then did Xiao Yi open his eyes, and saw that it was the woman who taught her children to pick up garbage before.

"Hey, didn't you say that picking up trash is useless? Why are you picking up trash with your children?" Xiao Yi laughed.

"Boss, don't laugh at me anymore, I have already apologized to you once on the phone.

Now, don't let me hold my head up in front of my children anymore. "

The woman lowered her head and said in front of Xiao Yi.

And took out five big bills.

"Boss, take a look, can you return the phone to me?"

Wang Er hurriedly whispered to her mother:
"Mom, you gave too little. The boss who picked up the trash gave me twenty, a big stack!"

His mother hurriedly covered her son's mouth:

"Silly son, I can't say any more, otherwise I will have to take out another [-] big tickets, save money, and buy meat for you."

After hearing this, Xiao Yi couldn't hide the smile on his face:

"Sister, you must teach your son mathematics well in the future, otherwise, if you continue like this, you will be cheated."

Wang Er's mother and Wang Er took back the mobile phone, and Wang Er said:
"The big boss who picks up trash is so stupid. He gave me [-] tickets, and only my mother needs [-]. Isn't he stupid?"

Mom nodded:
"Well, it's stupid, or it may be too rich, so I don't care.

Son, the big boss who picks up garbage, the twenty big tickets I gave you, can you give it to Mom? "

Wang Er was so frightened that he ran away all at once:

"Mom, if I tell you, don't hit me. I spent all those big money playing games with my friends."

Emmm.
"When your dad comes home, we will give you a good meal, play games, and spent 2000 yuan? Such a long time?"

But Wang Er has already run back home.

In the evening, when Wang Er's father got off work, he heard that his son spent 2000 yuan playing games.

Immediately carried his son to the living room and started the men's and women's doubles.

"Say, how did you spend 2000 yuan an hour?"

Crackling!

"Twenty big tickets, not 2000 yuan, but ten yuan!" Woooooo!Wang Er cried and said.

Crackling!

"How is it possible, how could the twenty big tickets not be 2000 yuan, boy, you have learned to lie, beat, beat to death."

"With so much money to play games, it's time to play!" Wang Er's mother said.

Both of them were tired from the beating, and Wang Er's buttocks were also swollen.

Wang Er's father just asked

"Fucking mother, who will give your son 2000 yuan to play games? You will never give it."

Wang Er's mother said:
"Wang Er saw me go out to buy vegetables, and secretly sold my mobile phone to the trash picker, who gave him twenty big tickets."

Wang Er's father suddenly realized:

"It's possible that the trash picker really only gave the child ten yuan, telling him to go home after playing."

Wang Er cried bitterly in the back room:
"It's ten yuan, twenty paper tickets, you are good or bad at picking up trash."