The system asks me to pick up trash

Lu Xialai also felt that Xiao Yi pointed out in public that this is a high imitation and fake painting, which is totally embarrassing.

I was so angry that I wanted to tear this painting to pieces.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yi hurriedly stopped it.

"I spent a lot of money to buy this, so it's a pity to throw it away."

Lu Xialai's feeling of superiority did not disappear all at once, and said to Xiao Yi:
"Isn't it just a fake painting? If you want to hang it at home, take it. Our family can't afford to lose that person."

Xiao Yi happily took it over and said:
"Watch and play, how can there be so much attention."

While talking, Lu Xialai casually threw this fake painting to Xiao Yi.

"Take it, I'll give it to you. If you want to sell it, you can. The money will be your pocket money."

At this point, Lu Xialai has not forgotten that he is an elite white-collar worker.

The look in Xiao Yi's eyes was still aloof.

Apparently in his eyes, Xiao Yi is a gangster who can't even find a job, he must want to take advantage of it, sell this painting, and get some money to be chic.

He showed a very magnanimous spirit in front of everyone, and immediately gave Xiao Yi the fake painting that he bought for more than 200 million.

Xiao Yi held the long scroll in his arms and said with a smile:

"In that case, I'll get rid of the fake paintings and stop eating here. When grandpa's [-]th birthday comes, I'll go directly to the restaurant."

Pointing out in front of everyone that Lu Xialai bought fake products, Xiao Yi knew how annoyed Lu Xialai was.

He didn't want to face Lu Xialai's resentful gaze all day long.

Arriving outside the courtyard of the villa, the painting was taken into space by the trash picking system in an instant. Then, a mechanical sound sounded:

"Ding, congratulations to the host for picking up a painting, upgrade and reward Tang Bohu's painting Jiangnan Farming Picture."

Xiao Yi looked towards the system space, and a gorgeous, elegant and thick painting scroll appeared in the space.

What the system gave must be genuine, Xiao Yi was completely assured of that.

A young man has always disliked antiques, paintings, and collections. When my grandfather celebrates his [-]th birthday, I will give it to him.

Because the Volkswagen was left to his mother, Xiao Yi had no choice but to take a taxi home.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Xiao Yi noticed that the driver looked at him from time to time.

Holding the grass, the little girl admires me so much, you big man sees my super good looks, and you are also tempted by me?

No way, take a taxi and run into a gay guy?
Thinking of this, goosebumps all over Xiao Yi's body rose, and he couldn't help but move his body to the side.

The driver turned to look at Xiao Yi again, and asked:

"Brother, you look familiar. Did you pick up trash on the street?"

Xiao Yi asked vigilantly: "How do you know?"

"Haha, you bravely rescued the girl on the street that day, and you beat the gangsters all over the place.

It is also broadcast on TV, and now the Internet is full of your videos. "Hearing this, Xiao Yi remembered the matter of interviewing him.

It doesn't matter: "It's just helping out."

But unexpectedly, the driver said again:
"This matter is getting hotter and hotter. The top three searches on Weibo are all about you, a trash picker. Haha, I recognized you as soon as you got in the car."

Being so famous, Xiao Yi subconsciously turned on Weibo on his mobile phone.

The top three on the hot search list are all about him as expected.

"According to reports, a young trash picker with super good looks, went to the University of Foreign Studies, accidentally exposed his English level at the job fair, and satisfactorily answered all the difficult questions of the recruiters."

"According to follow-up reports, the young man who picked up trash went to the Good Voice Choir and uttered a dolphin sound. The super high pitch rate was shocking."