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

Chapter 25 Special Forces Level: Fighting

"Get up, you're welcome, I hope he recovers soon."

Liu Fan helped the homeless man up and urged them to go to see a doctor for the elderly. The homeless man's expression of gratitude made him feel a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

He shook the woven bag, picked it up, turned around and left.

That flirting style... Forget it, I can't make it up anymore.

Liu Fan glanced at the greasy uncle who had obviously changed his eyes. The latter shrank his shoulders and stared blankly.

"Uncle, I really do it to protect the environment."

Liu Fan patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

Uncle Greasy's shoulders slumped and he almost fell down in fright.

The passers-by around mercilessly returned the contempt they had shown Liu Fan to him.

"What's the matter with a small stall, a dog like you will eat your food!"

"With such poor conduct, it's no wonder you're a poor mess!"

"Let's go, it's really bad luck to meet such a person!"

"What about the environmental protection ambassador, he walked so fast, if I get to know him a little bit, maybe I won't have to worry about not having money to pay back!"

Uncle Greasy was stunned, and the stall owners around him still turned a blind eye.

Liu Fan walked out of the alley and came to the North Gate of Times Square, picking up more than 300 million rubbish easily.

There is nothing more profitable than picking up litter.

"Ding, the host picked up a half of a suit, and the reward is 80 yuan!"

"Ding, the host picked up a pair of broken spectacle frames, and the reward is 7 yuan."

"Ding, the host picked up a military boxing practice booklet, and learned fighting skills (special forces level)!"

In the next second, Liu Fan had a lot of fighting skills in his mind, and even a little warmth appeared in his body.

"It's great that there is still such a reward, special forces level fighting skills, now you won't be afraid of troublemakers!"

Liu Fan was overjoyed, and secretly ran to a place where no one was around to try it out. He punched vigorously, and his movements were steady, but after only one set of punches, he was out of breath.

"No, it's not enough to have martial arts. This physique is a problem. It would be great if I could find something to enhance my physique."

Liu Fan was not satisfied, so if he was not satisfied, he had to continue picking up trash.

There is a future in the garbage world.

So he drove around again looking for the right street.

In a high-end tea shop near Times Square.

Bai Xiaofeng looked at the woman he was obsessed with in front of him, poured tea for her courteously, and said with a smile, "Yuanyuan, drink tea."

Fang Yuan kept a cold face, as if she didn't want to pay attention.

In fact, she was also upset, worried that she had found such a thing.

Bai Xiaofeng didn't seem to notice it, but he still smiled and said, "Yuanyuan, our affairs are all right now. My sister recently found a rich second generation, so the 30 yuan is absolutely fine."

Fang Yuan said lightly, "Yes."

Seeing her reaction like this, Bai Xiaofeng finally felt indifferent, but he didn't dare to say anything.

He drank tea boredly and looked out the window.

At this time, a familiar figure passed by, wearing shorts and half-sleeves, with a garbage bag on his shoulders, cat waist bent over, picked up a bamboo stick and threw it into the garbage bag behind him.

Bai Xiaofeng thought he was delusional, so he wiped his eyes, and this time he really saw clearly.

"Wow, no way!"

Liu Fan naturally didn't know that Bai Xiaofeng saw him, and his sharp eyes stared at every corner around him.

at this time.

There was a conversation at the door of the teahouse.

"Boss, this Pu'er seems to be moldy."

"Moldy? Then throw it away."

Immediately afterwards, a clerk in work uniform came out carrying a garbage bag.

Liu Fan's face brightened, and he came to do business.

(End of this chapter)