A scrap collection station comes to mind

"Huh? Ancient martial arts world?"

Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment. There was a dispatch button next to the order, and he tried to click it.

"The host has no employees to dispatch at the moment. Do you want to go there in person?"

"Go there in person?"

Chen Muyu felt a little excited.

"yes!"

"Sorry, the minimum entry standard for the target world is 100,000 wealth points. The host has insufficient wealth points and cannot enter!"

A message popped up.

What the hell, are you deliberately going against me?

Chen Muyu was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. He looked at his personal information and added the 20,000 yuan that Huang Xiaoqi gave him, all of which were filled with wealth points, which was only just over 50,000 yuan.

It's really a penny that can stump a heroic man.

"Ding ding ding..."

Just when Chen Muyu was feeling depressed, another envelope icon popped up on the system interface.

Another order has come.

Click it quickly.

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Location: Tang Mansion.

Task: The Tang family in the south of the Yangtze River moved to their mansion, and the debris in the mansion and a small amount of Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting scraps need to be disposed of...

Client: Tang De, the housekeeper of the Tang Dynasty.

Dispatchable employees: None.

…

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Tang Bohu?

Chen Muyu's eyes lit up instantly, Tang Bohu, Tang Bohu can sell a painting for 3.6 billion.

"The host has no employees to dispatch at the moment. Do you want to go there in person?"

Before Chen Muyu could get excited, a message popped up immediately.

Without any hesitation, Chen Muyu said yes!

"The minimum entry standard for the target world is 50,000 wealth points, you can enter!"

Instantly, the computer screen lit up, and a dazzling white light shot out, directly wrapping Chen Muyu's body.

It's that sinking feeling again.

Chen Muyu felt as if he was being sucked into a huge whirlpool. His body seemed to be torn apart by countless big hands, and he didn't know where he was going to fall.

…

At the same time, Chen Muyu, who was lying quietly on the bed in the room, disappeared instantly without warning.

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In the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, it was drizzling, and the raindrops drew circles on the river under the stone bridge.

There are pavilions and waterside pavilions, and a light boat passes through the river. The old man on the bow plays the erhu, the singer sings a tune, and passers-by holding oil umbrellas on the shore stop from time to time.

What a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River!

The door of Tang Mansion was closed tightly. The rain finally stopped, but there were many people gathered outside the door.

No matter what era, there is such a thing as celebrity effect. Tang Bohu and Tang Jieyuan, the leader of the four great talents in Jiangnan, moved here with their family a month ago.

The news spread like wildfire and caused a sensation throughout Jiangnan. Many interested people came here just to see the talented man.

"Why don't you come out yet? I've been waiting for several hours!"

"Yeah, I usually come out a long time ago!"

…

In the open space at the gate, dozens of people, men, women, old and young, crowded back and forth, each one more anxious than the other. Many of them had been waiting before dawn.

…

Tang Mansion, backyard.

A well-dressed young man who looked to be in his twenties was sitting in the yard, grilling leisurely, looking unusually focused.

The fragrance spread over most of the courtyard.

"Master, there are many people outside asking for paintings!" A boy came in and said respectfully.

The young man did not raise his head, but waved his hand impatiently, "Master, I am not in the mood to draw today, so I will bring them a few bags of garbage!"

"yes……"

The boy responded and stepped back respectfully.

…

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"I'm coming……"

The door of the mansion opened, and a man who looked like a butler came out, instructing two boys to put a basket of garbage in the corner.

It instantly caused a commotion.

Grab it!

I don't know who shouted, and a bunch of people rushed towards the basket of garbage like crazy.

"Haha, I got Tang Bohu's calligraphy treasure!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and then there was an even bigger commotion.

Crazy, crazy!

Chen Muyu encountered such a battle as soon as he appeared. His little body couldn't defeat this group of people. He was so crowded that he almost didn't get stepped on.

After finally squeezing out of the crowd, Chen Muyu straightened his hair, with some lingering fear on his face.

This should be the star-chasers of ancient times, right?

Is this really crazy? Is Tang Bohu so popular in this era?

In order to snatch Tang Bohu's calligraphy treasure, he even spared the garbage. It was really unscrupulous.

But when I turned around and thought about it, I came here just for Tang Bohu’s calligraphy treasures and scavenging for rubbish. I’m no different from them.

After the man who looked like a butler put down the garbage, he took the people away. Chen Muyu saw it and ran over quickly.

"Tang De!"

Before anyone arrived, Chen Muyu shouted first. The system showed that the initiator of this order was Tang De, the housekeeper of the Tang Dynasty. It didn't matter whether this person was Tang De or not. Let's take a gamble!

Hearing someone calling him from behind, Tang De stopped and turned around to see a young man in strange clothes squeezed out of the crowd.

"Who are you?"

Tang De's attitude was not very good and he almost looked at Chen Muyu with his nostrils. After all, he was the housekeeper of the Tang Mansion and a servant of Tang Bohu, the Ming Dynasty Internet celebrity.

Chen Muyu quickly explained his intention.

"You!"

Tang De looked Chen Muyu up and down, and his attitude changed slightly. During this period, the Tang Mansion moved to a new residence and cleared out a lot of debris.

Some of the things inside still had a little value. He felt it was a pity to throw them out directly to benefit those outside, so Tang De thought of selling them to make some small money and throw them into his own pocket.

But we can't let the young master know about this. The young master is a man who cares about face, and the Tang family has not yet fallen to the point of selling scraps to make a living.

Tang De was still a little confused, why did someone come to his door just after he had such an idea.

"Come with me!"

Tang De waved and led Chen Muyu into the mansion door, which was then closed again.

…

Tang De was sneaky and took Chen Muyu to the backyard. Along the way, he kept reminding him to keep his voice down so as not to disturb his young master.

He said that his young master was meeting Zhu Zhishan, another talented man from Jiangnan.

His young master is, of course, Tang Bohu.

Chen Muyu admired him very much, and naturally wanted to see his true appearance.

When passing by a courtyard, smelling the aroma of barbecue wafting from the courtyard, Chen Muyu stuck his head in and took a look inside.

You could vaguely see a man in rich clothes standing in the courtyard. He should be Tang Bohu. Unfortunately, his back was turned to him, so he couldn't see clearly what he looked like.

Looking to the side, it was really eye-catching to see a man covering his crotch. His whole body was clean and smooth, but he was just wearing a hat that was a little crooked.

Playing with something like this in broad daylight?

Chen Muyu felt a chill in his heart. Does Tang Bohu, a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River, still have this hobby?

It's so annoying, it's really annoying.

Just when Chen Muyu was about to take out his mobile phone and record a video for the ancients, his sleeve was pulled by Tang De.

Tang De made a silent gesture to him, and without any explanation, pulled Chen Muyu away.