Cosmic bosses start from collecting trash

Chapter 6

Obviously, the proprietress, who has been single for many years, has moved her mind. It would be a pity for such a handsome young man to collect the rags. She has more than a dozen milk tea fried chicken shops under her name, and it is not easy to raise a little brother.

Yi Beichuan looked at Semimi staring at his proprietress with a strange expression, and got goosebumps all over his body.

Although the proprietress is pretty, I don't know if she is married or not. Besides, he only approves of love based on feelings. This lady is greedy for his body at first glance and wants to keep him. Women are terrible.

Boys have to protect themselves when they go out.

Yi Beichuan subconsciously tightened his belt.

The proprietress chuckled, dispelled the dirty thoughts in her heart, and asked the waiter in the store to bring out a bunch of rags, such as drink bottles, milk tea cups, broken cardboard boxes and so on.

The milk tea cups cannot be recycled, so Yi Beichuan threw them directly into the trash can, and then put the rest of the things into the sacks. The sacks can also be automatically sterilized, the system is really considerate.

The landlady was stunned, why didn't she weigh the rags and count the bottles? Could it be that she wanted to have sex for free?
Forget it, let’s go whoring for nothing, and charge a high price to collect the junk. Anyway, it’s not worth a lot of money, and I usually give it to the cleaners.

The proprietress curled her lips and turned around to go back. She also lost interest in Yi Beichuan, but unexpectedly, she was stopped by Yi Beichuan. When she turned around, she saw that the trash collector handed him a 100 yuan bill, and subconsciously reached out to accept it. Pass.

As soon as she took the money, Yi Beichuan prompted her.

"Congratulations to the host for recycling 58 plastic bottles, and a reward of RMB5800."

"Congratulations to the host for recycling 23 catties of waste paper products, and a reward of RMB23000."

Opening a random account will bring in nearly 3 yuan.

What?You said you lost face by collecting trash?

Do you look down on rag collectors?Do you look down on money even if you have money?

Sorry, I just like collecting rags!

Collecting rags will make you better off!
Yi Beichuan thought happily.

And the proprietress was staring at the red banknotes in her hand in a daze, so you can sell something like this for 100 yuan?

As expected of recycling the tattered ones at a high price
In that case
"Not as good."

Yi Beichuan and the landlady said at the same time.

"Tell me." Yi Beichuan smiled awkwardly.

"I'm thinking, why don't you add WeChat so that you can contact me more easily next time, and I can also introduce you to customers." The landlady's face also turned slightly red.

"Okay, that's what I meant." Yi Beichuan said, took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat and showed his QR code. The business card has not been printed yet, so now he can only see if he can add a few customers. WeChat.

It's exciting to think about collecting junk at the door.

If you are so decisive, you don't want to pick on me, do you?

The proprietress thought about it, hesitated for a moment, and added Yi Beichuan's WeChat.

Yi Beichuan's WeChat avatar is a man's head, and it hasn't been changed for many years. The proprietress always thinks that boys who use a man's head are very naive, but how does she think this Yi Beichuan doesn't look like a naive person?

Little did she know that Yi Beichuan was just lazy and he just found the profile picture at random.

What made her even more curious was that this junk collector not only didn't lower the price, but even gave money without even looking at it. Could it be the hidden rich second generation?

If Yi Beichuan knew that the proprietress could imagine so much, he would definitely give it a thumbs up, not bad, not bad, he has the potential to write novels.

As for how much to pay, that's Yi Beichuan's business. He only needs to estimate that two to three times the price is enough, and it's just a plastic bottle.

Looking at Yi Beichuan's circle of friends, it is blank, with a black background image, and there is not even a hair.

He is so handsome, and he has a lot of money. At first glance, he is not a shabby guy. This guy definitely has a secret, either he is a scumbag rich second generation who has experienced life, or he is a rich second generation who has experienced life and has no girlfriend.

The proprietress defined Yi Beichuan's identity through the information, but she still planned to share with him the ideal of life, no, it is the ideal of life.

When she came to her senses, Yi Beichuan was already riding a tricycle to find the next customer.

Yi Beichuan was labeled as a "rich second generation who experiences life" because he was too lazy to count money. He was labeled with two different labels because he was too lazy to type and post on WeChat Moments. He was so impressed.

Who has the experience of collecting junk in life?
Why don't you find a small company to work for, and you can't deliver a takeaway express, right?
Soon, someone stopped Yi Beichuan again.

"Collect the trash, come to me!"

This time it was a man who ran a shop selling fruits and vegetables, with a lot of cardboard boxes piled up at the door.

Yi Beichuan has money to make, so he doesn't care what other people call him, as long as it's not an insulting word, collecting trash is indeed his profession.

"Okay." Yi Beichuan stopped the car, got out of the car, squashed the cardboard box, tied it up with a rope, and threw it into a sack. The man even gave him two hands. He looked like a nice guy.

"Young man, why do you start doing this at such a young age? You can't make a lot of money if you endure hardships. If you can endure this hardship and do it for another month, you still don't earn tens of thousands of dollars." The man is almost forty years old, I also suffered a lot when I was young, so I sympathize with Yi Beichuan.

Seeing that the uncle had a good attitude, Yi Beichuan started chatting with him. In fact, in reality, there are really not that many people who look down on others and look down on this or that guy. Those who really look down on people are almost all the so-called acquaintances.

On the contrary, most of those strangers are soft-hearted. They have more sympathy and pity in their hearts. It's just that life doesn't allow them to appear too enthusiastic, and indifference is the norm.

"Hey, brother, speaking of it, we are quite alike. When I was young, my father was seriously ill, and I also started to drop out of school to work, and I have a younger brother to raise. How about this, let's leave a contact information, and if I have any broken things, you can directly Just come and pick it up, no money required." The uncle handed Yi Beichuan a lotus king and said with a sigh.

"No, brother, you have to take the money. In fact, I collect the trash on a whim. I have tens of millions of net worth, but I am relatively low-key." Yi Beichuan took the cigarette and quickly declined. It's broken, but picking up broken pieces.

That's how rewarding it is.

If he is not rewarded, what will he eat and drink, who will pay for his sister's milk powder, and who will take care of the electric tricycle?

Yi Beichuan added the uncle's WeChat account, handed him 100 yuan without saying a word, and rode away on the tricycle, leaving him confused in the wind with a dazed face.

You won't meet a pretender, will you?

The uncle thought to himself, shook his head and walked back to the shop.

"Congratulations to the host, for recycling 41 kilograms of waste paper products and receiving a reward of RMB41000."

"Damn it, it's really cool to collect the rags." Yi Beichuan saw that he received an average of 1 yuan per minute, and couldn't help sighing, feeling that his back was no longer sore.

(End of this chapter)