Picking up rubbish from the ex-marriage to help the brother-in-law

Chapter 171 I'm happy, casual

With the two beauties, Liu Fan rode towards the destination in a hurry.

Along the way, the two beauties attracted many fiery eyes.

"What a beautiful beauty, with such temperament, actually rides a tricycle?"

"Hey, beauty, do I have a BMW or not?"

"What kind of world is this? All the good cabbages have been scooped up by pigs, and they are still a pig that collects rags."

Snapped!
Hearing the last sentence, Liu Fan took off his shoes and threw them over with a fierce look on his face!
People passing by ran away one after another, Liu Fan hopped over to pick up the shoes, his naive behavior made Ming Xinyue giggle.

"A beauty is a disaster, hey!"

Liu Fan came to the neighboring village of Manan Village while bearing strange gazes.

Now the level of affluence in the countryside is no different from that in the cities. There are more than a dozen small western-style buildings alone. The land is flat, and there is a car every few meters away.

"Collect trash, collect trash, collect trash, collect trash..."

The loudspeaker sounded again, causing the originally quiet village to become noisy.

When Ming Xinyue and Xiaolan heard this voice, they couldn't calm down immediately, they got out of the car and landed quickly, but still followed closely behind Liu Fan's car.

Liu Fan suppressed a smile in his heart. If he had known this, he would have let go of the loudspeaker early in the morning.

"Who, it's so early in the morning, let no one sleep!"

On the second floor of a small western-style building, a middle-aged bald man opened the window and yelled dissatisfiedly. He raised a basin of water and was about to pour it down, but when he saw Ming Xinyue in red and Xiaolan in black leather, he was stunned. up.

Whoa!

A basin full of water was poured on his head, but the bald man didn't seem to notice it.

"Oh, irritable old man."

Liu Fan said in a low voice, but his feet moved a few steps faster. If Ming Xinyue and Xiao Lan hadn't been there, he would probably be devastated by now.

"Collect the tattered ones. I have walnut shells here, do you want them?"

An old woman in front of her waved to him.

Liu Fan hurriedly said, "If you want it, will you give it to me for free?"

The aunt rolled her eyes at Liu Fan, "What are you thinking, if I want to give it to you for free, I might as well keep it for oil extraction, at least this amount!"

The aunt stretched out five fingers and said.

Liu Fan nodded and agreed: "Five hundred, okay, no problem!"

The aunt was taken aback when she heard the words, she originally only wanted 50, but she still hesitated and said: "Okay, okay."

"Ding, the host receives 1 catty of walnut shells and is rewarded with 100 million yuan!"

"Ding, the host receives 1 catty of walnut shells and is rewarded with 100 million yuan!"

"Ding, the host receives 1 catty of walnut shells and is rewarded with 100 million yuan!"

"Ding……"

"Ding, the host received 1 catty of walnut shells, and rewarded a box of six talent-enhanced walnuts!"

Liu Fan was overjoyed. Not only did he earn more than 2000 million yuan this time, but he also received a special reward.

Talent Enhanced Six Walnuts: After taking it, the special talent of the user can be strengthened, and the enhancement effect can be superimposed!
Good stuff!

Liu Fan resolutely left 1000 yuan to the aunt and pedaled away.

"Hey, young man, you gave too much..."

The aunt chased after him and shouted, Liu Fan turned his head and said, "I'm happy, just follow me!"

Ming Xinyue and Xiaolan were stunned seeing this scene.

"Xiao Lan, what are you collecting the trash for?"

Ming Xinyue murmured.

Xiaolan shook her head, her expression full of doubts: "Isn't it for making money?"

According to Liu Fan's way of collecting garbage, can he make money?
With this puzzling question, the second daughter chased after him.

Next, the two saw the same scene on Liu Fan, as if his goal was only for garbage, and it didn't matter how much money he paid.

"Brother, I have a lot of discarded drawings here, do you accept them?"

At the gate of an institution called "Hongzhen Art Training Center", a boy of seventeen or eighteen called Liu Fan.

(End of this chapter)