Cosmic bosses start from collecting trash

Chapter 1
"Hey, Uncle Wang, our small business, I lost money at twenty-five cents for a beer bottle, and you really want a lot of three cents." Yi Beichuan wiped his sweat, and smiled wryly at the mannequin in front of him. The dog-like middle-aged man said, but the other party directly interrupted him.

"Young man, if your scrap station wasn't close to our supermarket, I wouldn't even bother to come here to sell it. Others collect beer bottles for [-] cents. You said your business is so shady, how can anyone let you sell junk? Look, You're young, and our supermarket is short of a busboy. Why don't you come work for me and I'll give you a thousand and a half a month, including food and shelter. Isn't it better than your job of collecting rags and rags with dignity?" Uncle Wang took out the money in his pocket. A pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, pretending to be rich, threw one to Yi Beichuan, and said earnestly.

Seeing his smug expression, Yi Beichuan wanted to give him two big mouths.

Beer is only three yuan.

Do you want fifty cents for a beer bottle?

I am black?Is it funny?
I went to work at his place for one thousand and five dollars, including food and shelter. What about the beggars?
Now which hotel to be a waiter does not give a basic salary of nearly 3000 yuan?
It seems to be well-intentioned, but in fact, every time this guy comes here to sell scraps, he has to pretend to be aggressive. His name is Wang Dezhi, and his name and person are completely different things.

The most important thing is that Wang Dezhi is still an old classmate of Yi Beichuan's father, maybe because he was jealous that Yi Beichuan's father was a school grass when he was in school.

Speaking of this, I have to mention Yi Beichuan's life experience.

When he was a child, his father sold all his property in order to see a doctor for his mother, but he still couldn't completely cure his mother, so in the end, in order not to drag the family down, his mother left a suicide note and committed suicide directly.

Needless to say, Yi Beichuan's father had no intention of working and was disheartened, so he bought a dilapidated bungalow as a scrap yard with the little money left in his hand. A bunch of scraps came over, seemingly to take care of business, but in fact it was a joke that Yi Beichuan's father was down and out now.

Two years ago, Yi Beichuan's father was in a car accident on the way to pick up his younger sister, so his parents died and he became an orphan, and he still had a younger sister to take care of, a proper protagonist template, right?

Yi Beichuan takes care of his younger sister Yi Nan for convenience.

In desperation, he had no choice but to drop out of school and take over the scrap yard. At that time, Yi Nan was only in the third year of junior high school, and he was only in the third year of junior high school. He couldn't find any good jobs with a high school education, so he might as well collect junk and be free.

Don't look down on those who collect rags, there are also people who collect rags and drive luxury cars with a yearly income of one million, but currently Yi Beichuan is not included.

Since the Yibeichuan scrap station is located in a corner of Yunhai City among the greedy nail households who insist on not demolishing, most of his customers on weekdays are nail households searching around the dilapidated bungalows. Now, except for the people here, Well, people outside are not very embarrassed to sell junk. They would rather throw it in the trash can for cleaners or scavengers than sell it at the scrap yard.

How much is the junk in the hands of ordinary people worth?

Business is getting harder and harder to do.

If it wasn't for Xiao Nan, according to Yi Beichuan's temper, he would have beaten Wang Dezhi a long time ago.

Is it worth it to finally make some money, pay all the money for medical expenses, and have to go to jail?
The answer is obvious.

"Uncle Wang, it's fine if you don't sell it, I still have something to do here." Yi Beichuan glanced at the broken watch hanging on the wall, let the cigarette fall to the ground, and said coldly.

"All right, let's sell." Wang Dezhi's goal of finding an acquaintance to pretend to be coercive has been achieved, and it's useless for him to keep a pile of rags. For a person like him, earning a little is a little bit.

"Yeah." Yi Beichuan hummed, didn't say much, and settled the bill for Wang Dezhi after counting the waste.

Looking at the back of Wang Dezhi leaving, Yi Beichuan crushed the Zhonghua cigarettes on the ground with his feet, then took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a crumpled Hongtashan from it, and put it in his mouth.

Yi Beichuan sat down on the wooden rocking chair behind him that he had forgotten when to put it away, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath of nicotine, and exhaled the thick smoke after passing through his lungs.

"Congratulations to the host, the system has been forcibly bound."

Suddenly, the sound of nature that countless people dreamed of came from Yi Beichuan's ears.

But Yi Beichuan heard this, stood up from the rocking chair, and cursed: "I rely on your xx system, it turns out that I am really the protagonist, no wonder such bloody things as losing my parents can happen to me , you xx want to come sooner, now you have a fart, and you are forced to bind, get out of here!"

"Host, please don't get excited. It's also very sad for you to lose your parents and the system, but please don't vent your negative emotions on others. This is an extremely immoral behavior." The system calmly advised.

"I said you fucked up, xxxx." Yi Beichuan's emotions were obviously completely out of control, and he scolded the system bloody, and then he calmed down and accepted the status quo.

"Has the host calmed down?" the system asked.

Yi Beichuan sighed, lit a cigarette again and took a few puffs: "System, tell me, am I a character written by a certain author? This is just a virtual world, even if I think I have self-awareness , In fact, I am still a puppet, and everything I say, including this sentence, is decided by him."

The system was silent for a moment and said: "The host really knows how to joke."

Yi Beichuan didn't worry anymore. So what if it was a virtual world anyway?

Afterwards, Yi Beichuan learned from the system that he could directly get cash rewards in RMB as long as he was collecting trash.

If you are lucky, there will be unexpected rewards, whether you wait for someone to send the junk to sell at the scrap yard or come to collect the junk, but you can’t pick up junk, and prostitution is considered a violation of the rules and you won’t be rewarded.

"Trigger novice mission: Recycle a piece of junk."

"Reward: 100 million RMB, receive tattered suits."

After Yi Beichuan communicated with the system for a while, the system reminded him that a novice mission had been triggered.

However, this novice task, Yi Beichuan reckoned, if he didn't deliberately collect the junk, it would be difficult to complete it today.

After all, it was already [-] o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, and it was also the time when his younger sister Yi Nan, who lived on campus, went home.

He also had to pick up his sister from school.

In order to take care of his sister's face, Yi Beichuan changed into decent clothes, took a taxi to Yunhai No. 30 Middle School where his sister went to school, and waited at the school gate, so he added [-] yuan to the driver.

He sells the rags he receives to recycling processing plants and earns 8000 yuan a month, or 5000 yuan if he is unlucky. This includes the fact that he occasionally goes out to pick up rags himself.

So, 80 yuan for a round trip, plus 30 yuan for the driver to wait.

Basically, he did it for nothing in half a day.

Yi Beichuan knew that his younger sister didn't mind that he started this shabby business, and he didn't care if the classmates would say something behind his back, but he was afraid that other people's comments would disturb his sister's mentality and thus affect her study.

What's more, he himself wants to save face and suffer, how could he ride the dilapidated electric tricycle left by his father to a place like school.

Human nature, harm.

But it will be different in the future. With the system, Yi Beichuan has already made plans to print business cards and buy rags on the street at high prices starting from tomorrow!

　Ps: The story originates from a parallel world, and the plots in the book are all fictitious. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Please do not compare them with reality.

　　
　
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