Cosmic bosses start from collecting trash

Chapter 5 Just ignore it

"Recycling high-priced waste? Isn't that just collecting junk? Mr. Yi, what are you pretending to be." Zhang Jin muttered in a low voice. After she got out of society, she knew what it meant to be poor and not to be a fart. Do you want to eat?
Looking good and wanting to be a celebrity Internet celebrity requires luck and strength. If you can follow the unspoken rules, you can make money easily unless you are supported by others, but is it shameful to say it?

Nowadays, many underage children are yelling all day long to ask a rich woman to take care of them, but they just want to prostitute for nothing. If they are really asked to serve a rich woman in their 60s and [-]s, they may run faster than anyone else.

As for the young and beautiful female president, do people think about you? The family has no power or power, and it is not so lucky to meet a noble person, so you can study hard.

Hearing Zhang Jin's muttering, Yi Beichuan couldn't help frowning. At first he thought he met a good old classmate, but he turned out to be a low-minded person.

"Print ten boxes, when can I get them?" Yi Beichuan didn't want to stay any longer, and he didn't want to comment too much on the old classmate in front of him, just keep a distance, and this kind of people abounds in society.

"Tomorrow at this time." Zhang Jin didn't bother to chat with Yi Beichuan, a junk collector, and asked Yi Beichuan to write down the things to be printed on paper, and then continued to eat takeaway.

Yi Beichuan took 300 yuan and left the store without looking back.

Zhang Jin rolled her eyes. She was planning to add a WeChat account, but it turned out to be a poor man who collects rags. How many people still sell rags these days? In her opinion, Yi Beichuan will not be able to continue working sooner or later and will have to go to the street to beg for food. How embarrassing would it be to ask yourself to borrow money?

After Yi Beichuan left, she began to speak out in the QQ group of her high school classmates.

"Do you know who I saw?"

"I saw Yi Beichuan!"

"Really? Is the school girl more handsome now?"

"Damn, let me tell you, that guy put away the junk now, and came to my place to print business cards, claiming to be Mr. Yi, really laughing at skr."

"Oh."

The girl who replied was obviously not interested in Zhang Jin's attitude, so she simply stopped the topic and muddled things along.

"What? Our school grass from back then actually put away the tatters? No, we all have to take care of Brother Xia Chuan's business, right?"

"That's right, if there is any rags in the house, you can contact Mr. Yi. After all, it's a pity to throw them away."

"Brother Chuan, my brother's family is in real estate. Why don't you come to me and I'll arrange a manager for you, Dangdang, with a monthly salary of tens of thousands. Think about it?"

"It's no wonder Mr. Yi doesn't talk to each other at class reunions. It turns out he's busy collecting trash, haha!"

And those boys who dived came out and started pretending to say how good they are doing now, and also gave Aite Yi Beichuan's QQ account, and said the same thing about job introductions that were ridiculed.

More, still jealous.

It can be said that Yi Beichuan had no male friends at all in high school, and his love rivals were everywhere, unlike those guys in the university dormitory, he wished that Yi Beichuan could find more girlfriends and introduce them to them.

"By the way, the address of Mr. Yi's waste station is the only area in our Yunhai City that needs to be demolished." Zhang Jin revealed Yi Beichuan's address in a timely manner. In high school, Yi Beichuan always ignored girls, so naturally including her.

Zhang Jin wanted to take revenge, belittle Yi Beichuan, trample him under his feet, and humiliate him. Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that Yi Beichuan didn't care about her dog at all, but would be very grateful to her for helping him promote himself.

Hearing the notification tone of the mobile phone, he opened it and saw that it was Aite himself, a member of the high school classmates who had been blocked for a long time. After looking through the chat records, he understood the cause and effect of the matter, and a disdainful smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Yi Beichuan typed: "Okay, if you have unnecessary waste products at home, welcome to find me at the address Zhang Jin said, and Yi will buy them at twice the market price."

"Hey, Mr. Yi, I heard that the nail households in your area are unwilling to move out and want more money. I'm afraid you have to wait until the year of the monkey for the demolition money?"

"What are you talking about, if Mr. Yi becomes an upstart, don't forget to treat our classmates to dinner!"

All kinds of ridicule kept going, Yi Beichuan directly set QQ to not allow system prompts, and now other people can't see it as long as they don't open QQ.

A bunch of idiots, just ignore them.

Yi Beichuan doesn't comment on people who have nothing to do with him, but if it has something to do with him, that's another story.

He even found an errand brother on the APP to get the business card the next day. Seeing Zhang Jin's appearance that he thought he was superior to others made him sick.

These people who are pretending to be aggressive now, if they know that Yi Beichuan has more than 2000 million in their hands, they will immediately turn into dog lickers and say something like a joke.

But in the group, those people are still tirelessly pretending to be coercive, looking for the contrast between the pitiful sense of superiority and what they think.

The protagonist halo is really powerful.

Not many old classmates let themselves pretend to be slapped in the face, it seems unreasonable.

Sooner or later.

Yi Beichuan put away his mobile phone, put on the black gloves in the tattered suit that he took out from the system warehouse in the car to isolate all bacteria and viruses within one meter around the host, and then used a garbage clip that ignores the weight to hold down a cell with infinite space inside. And it will make a super-sized sack that can only hold garbage in a corresponding shape that conceals people's eyes and ears. After adjusting the horn, it will slowly set off on the road on three wheels.

"Collect rags at a high price, collect rags at a high price!"

Elbechuan's voice came from the loudspeaker.

Going to the street to collect junk is just to develop customers. After the waste station becomes bigger and famous, he can sit and collect money.

Anyway, as long as it doesn't affect the appearance of the city, and don't disturb the people at night, the urban management usually doesn't even take care of the hawkers, let alone the trash?
Don’t just read the news and just listen to the wind and the rain. In reality, Yi Beichuan has never seen any urban management who overturned other people’s stalls or took things away without saying a word. Ordinary booths don’t cost money, and some people seem to be full of sense of justice all day long, why don’t they volunteer to go to Al-Syria to solve the problem of world peace?
In this day and age, it is impossible to enter the community, so Yi Beichuan can only ride a three-wheeler on the side of the road to see if there are any shops on both sides who come out to sell scraps.

In the morning, when the shop opened, someone actually came out and stopped Yi Beichuan, who was the lady proprietress of a milk tea and fried chicken shop that still had a charm.

"Hey, that trash collector, wait a minute." The proprietress beckoned to Yi Beichuan.

Yi Beichuan's eyes lit up, it seemed that he was lucky, he was able to open his business so soon, he quickly turned around on his dilapidated electric three-wheeler, and stopped at the door of the milk tea fried chicken shop of the proprietress.

Seeing Yi Beichuan's appearance, the proprietress was quite surprised.

This young man is so handsome, although he is a bit dark, but why did he come out to collect junk at such a young age?
She didn't know that Yi Beichuan was actually inheriting his father's career.

(End of this chapter)