Old man Liu's life of distributing money

Chapter 1

Liu Bei, who lives in the underground garage, hasn't gone out for three days. The dark underground garage seems a little less popular.

An, who hadn't seen Liu Bei for three days, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his head and looked inside, putting his ear against the wooden door from time to time.

Of course, he didn't do anything, but he would give his empty bottle to Liu Bei every seven days. Seeing that it was time to collect the bottle the day before yesterday, but Liu Bei didn't come, he came down to take a look.

"Cough cough."

After a few coughs came from inside the room, An Youyou breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed her heart.

Liu Bei is a widowed old man in this community. He lives in a single room transformed from an underground parking garage. He usually earns a living by picking up junk, but he has a very easy-going personality.

An Youyou has known him for three years and has never met Liu Bei's wife and children, but Liu Bei's younger brother and his family lived on the sixth floor of this building.

Speaking of Liu Bei's younger brother, they are the bedbugs in the community. Anyone who sees them hates them. Everyone will take a detour when they see them. I really can't think that the kind Liu Bei is related to them.

After tidying up her empty bottles, Anyou rang Liu Bei's room vigorously.

Liu Bei, who had been in a drowsy sleep for three days, groped around the bed for a while before he found an old gold-rimmed glasses and put them on. He got up and opened the wooden door. Bag for plastic bottles.

"It's useful, why did you come down, I'll just go up and collect the bottle."

Liu Bei knew in his heart that An Youyou was worried about himself, so he personally delivered the empty bottle. It would be a lie in his heart to say that he was not moved, but his early experience made him unable to let go of his guard against anyone.

So even if the wooden door was opened, Liu Bei didn't intend to let An Youyou go in directly. He just stood at the door, covered his mouth, coughed twice restrainedly, showed a habitual kind smile, and talked to An Youyou.

"Uncle Liu, didn't I drop by and bring you here? Are you sick? Or, I'll take you to the hospital."

An Youyou didn't pay attention at all. The gap Liu Bei exposed didn't mean to invite people in at all. Instead, he saw Liu Bei's usual meticulous white hair, disheveled, and straight waist, which bent slightly with coughing. I couldn't help but asked a few words worriedly.

"It's okay, just smoked too much, cough twice, cough cough, it's useful, it's cold now, you hurry up, your mother should wait."

Seeing that An was useful, Liu Bei shook his feet from time to time, then took the empty bottle in his hand and urged him to go upstairs quickly.

"Well, Uncle Liu, if you need anything, just call me, and I'll be right down."

Although An Youyou was a little tired when he saw Liu Bei, his voice was loud and he didn't look like he was seriously ill. It was probably because he was coughing that he didn't come to collect the bottles in the past two days. He went back without any worries.

"Okay, you kid has a heart, hurry up, your uncle is very strong."

It was useful to send An away, Liu Bei closed the door, a warm smile appeared on his face, he coughed twice, saw a corner in the air, and immediately frowned again.

Recently, he always felt that there might be something wrong with his head. He could actually see a transparent screen displayed in the sky. The screen kept beating with his breathing. One breath + 1. The number currently displayed on the screen was 129678.

There is a rectangular button next to the number, with only the words "withdraw cash" on it, which is a bit unfamiliar to an old man over fifty.

He was even a little bit at a loss, whether he was insane and caused hallucinations, Liu Bei has been thinking about whether he should go to the doctor for the past three days.

Sitting by the bed, Liu Bei stared at the cash withdrawal button in a daze, always feeling that there was a voice telling him to click it.

Unable to resist the temptation, Liu Bei finally stretched out his hand and clicked on the word "cash withdrawal".

Then he closed his eyes nervously, waited for 3 minutes, and found no abnormal changes, Liu Bei was relieved.

"Ding dong."

A text message alert broke the tranquility of the room. Liu Beixin picked it up again, followed the sound stiffly, and found that the cell phone beside the pillow was ringing.

He lifted his heart to relax again, then reached out to take the phone into his hand, and turned off the lit screen. At this time, he didn't have many relatives and friends, and the relationship was so weak. He thought that the text messages were some advertising information, and he couldn't even read them. Didn't look at it.

At this time, the screen floating in the air started counting again, but Liu Bei ignored it.

Since looking at the screen had no effect on him, he didn't care so much.

As for the decision to go to the doctor tomorrow, he directly vetoed it. His savings are not enough to provide for the elderly. Seeing that he is getting older, he may not even be able to pick up a bottle in the future. Going to the hospital does not cost money, so let's save it.

This is mostly the first thought of the elderly, and Liu Bei is no exception.

It's just that he doesn't have the habit of reading text messages, so he missed the bank card payment information on his phone.

The next day, Liu Bei went out to pick up empty paper bottles as usual. Every day he planned a route for himself, which was the road with the most pedestrians.

Because there are the most people, there are naturally many vehicles on the road. Liu Bei, who is riding a tricycle, looked around to find the location of the trash can.

Seeing a fork in the distance, there is a trash can, and the trash can is full of garbage, indicating that there are many opportunities inside. Uncle Liu hurriedly stepped on the tricycle and quickly approached the trash can.

I didn't pay attention to the vehicles coming and going. There are always some vehicles that do not obey the flow of people.

"squeak--"

The sound of metal colliding and clattering reminded all pedestrians that a vehicle had scratched.

Liu Bei froze on the spot, his tricycle was closely leaning against a BMW.

No need to look, he also knows that he is the protagonist of this traffic. At this time, he only has one thought, or lie down and compete with the owner of the car (Pengci). Although he is only 50 years old, his all white hair looks The age has increased a lot, maybe it can really bluff the BMW owner, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my savings.

During the three seconds he was thinking, a man with a bald tattoo and a gold necklace on his neck opened the car door angrily, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, rolled his foot a few times, and walked towards Liu Bei .

"Old man, you are courting death. Do you know how expensive this car is? Can you afford it?"

Liu Bei glanced at the BMW, and then at his own three-wheeled bicycle. He saw that the front of the BMW and the rear of his bicycle were close together.

I was flustered just now and didn't think about it. It was the BMW turning and hitting my bicycle. I almost didn't get hit to the ground. It was thanks to the fact that the tricycle was hit and the center of gravity was not tilted.

Thinking about the ins and outs, Liu Bei lowered his face and stared back.

"Young man, you don't have the morals of respecting the old and caring for the young at all. It's reasonable to bump into someone. See clearly, you are rear-end chasing, and you are fully responsible."

"TMD, you are a junk picker, and you still talk to me about the law. I said you hit it, and you hit it. Lose money. If you don't lose money today, don't even think about leaving."

The tattooed man was vicious, he stepped forward and grabbed Liu Bei by the collar, and the crowd around him talked a lot.

"Why is this man so unreasonable? It looks like he bumped into someone, and now he still asks for money."

"That's right, shameless."

……

Just the next second, the tattooed man scolded them viciously, "Who the hell dares to meddle in other people's business? If you have the ability to say it out loud, you bastards."

The noisy voice of the crowd disappeared in an instant, and the tattooed man let out a bah, glanced at the crowd with disdain, then turned his head and continued to threaten Liu Bei.

"Stinky old man, you see it's your fault, otherwise why didn't this group of people help you and pay you money obediently, otherwise don't blame me for being unreasonable with fists, hum~"

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(End of this chapter)