Picking Up Trash at the Beginning (1)
Yanjing City, suburbs, in a small and dilapidated building in a certain urban village.
Jiang Hao, who had just gotten off work, dragged his tired body and lay on the bed to relax.
Three years after graduating from university, he was still earning a salary of ten thousand yuan in a small company.
The merciless society had shattered all his ambitions.
10,000 yuan seemed like a lot, but in Yanjing, it was barely enough to survive.
rent, water, electricity, transportation, social gatherings, food and drinks
Sometimes, when he thought about it, he might as well have gone to a small city to develop. At least the housing prices were cheap and the consumption was low.
The cheapest way to entertain a poor person was to play with his phone. Jiang Hao turned on his phone and scrolled through his social media.
Looking at all kinds of trash news published by the media, Jiang Hao fully played the role of a troll, venting the pressure in reality.
In reality, I'm a yes-man, but on the internet, I'm a punching bag!
At this moment.
A game advertisement appeared.
Option 1: Pick up trash.
Option 2: Sell cornbread.
Option 3: Being kept by a rich woman.
Jiang Hao subconsciously tapped on the number three. He was being supported by a rich woman.
[Warning icon: Too many players have chosen to be kept by a rich woman. Forced choice 1. Downloading the game.]
What kind of rubbish game was this?
Asking the players to pick up trash, were their brains fried?
Just as Jiang Hao was about to delete the downloaded game, an incredulous voice sounded.
Ding!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the junk picking system.
System binding
System binding complete
System exclusive equipment being distributed
Exclusive equipment has been issued. Please start working.
Jiang Hao looked at the woven bag that had suddenly appeared under the bed with a dumbfounded expression. Beside it was something that looked like a clip.
If he wasn't mistaken, these two items were the divine weapons for picking up trash, the woven bag, and the garbage pliers.
Nanny?
System?
Jiang Hao, who often read online novels, naturally knew what a system was. He didn't expect that he would obtain a system as well.
However…
Other people had check-in systems, godly tycoons, gift bag systems, or even celebrity delivery systems.
Why did it become a junk picking system?
What could the system do?
Was it more convenient to pick up trash?
Jiang Hao felt like crying.
It was not that he doubted the power of the junk-picking system, but it was just that picking up trash did not sound good.
What would others think of a young man picking up trash?
Then, Jiang Hao fell into ecstasy.
Having a system was better than not having one.
No matter how trashy the system was, it was still a system.
As long as they could change their fate, there would be people who would eat sh * t, let alone pick up trash.
Having made up his mind to pick up the trash, Jiang Hao began to size up the trash picking divine artifact.
The system was really thoughtful. It had even prepared the tools for him to pick up the trash.
He picked up the tattered woven bag and the garbage pliers on the ground, and a stream of information surged into his mind.
[Woven bag: 500 cubic meters of space.] [Unable to accommodate living objects, isolated from any detection, eliminate all odors in the five cubic meters around the host, preventing the host from affecting work efficiency due to the smell of garbage.]）
[Trash pincers: No dirt, eliminate all bacteria and viruses in the five cubic meters around the host, and easily pick up all kinds of heavy objects.] (Special tools for picking up junk, saving time, effort, and efficiency.)）
The system was awesome!
With these two items, he didn't have to worry about picking up too much junk and not being able to store it, let alone worry about the garbage being dirty.
Carrying the woven bag on his back and picking up the garbage pliers, Jiang Hao set off on the road of picking up trash.
Just as she walked downstairs from the rented apartment, she met an auntie carrying a basket of vegetables.
The middle-aged woman who lived upstairs greeted Jiang Hao.
"Xiaojiang, where are you going?”
Jiang Hao blushed and evaded her gaze.
"Nothing much. I'm just going out for a walk.”
The auntie sized up Jiang Hao's outfit and then became thoughtful.
"Little Jiang, you didn't hear that Old Man Li picked up trash and antiques in Block 34 and made a fortune, so you want to try your luck, right?”
"Aunty, I advise you to forget about it. This kind of thing, hundreds of garbage pickers won't even encounter one."
Jiang Hao was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that picking up trash could really make a fortune. This was a good reason for him to hide.
"Auntie, I have nothing to do after work, so I went out to try my luck.”
After saying that, Jiang Hao ran out of the neighborhood and into the distance.
There were many acquaintances around his residence. It would be awkward if he met them. It was better to go further away.
Sure enough, it was much better after leaving the neighborhood. He was surrounded by strangers. Even if they stared at him strangely, Jiang Hao didn't feel so embarrassed anymore.
After looking around the street, a beverage bottle caught Jiang Hao's attention.
There was a young lady standing beside the drink bottle as if she was waiting for someone. Jiang Hao walked over with a blush.
Little Missy also saw Jiang Hao, who was carrying a woven bag on his back. Her eyes were filled with shock, as if she was surprised.
Such a handsome young man was actually a junk picker.
Jiang Hao lowered his head and tiptoed over. He used a pair of pliers to pick up the beverage bottle and put it into the woven bag.
Ding!
Congratulations to the host for picking up a beverage bottle. The reward of 100 yuan has been sent to the host's bank account.
Jiang Hao took out his phone and saw a message.
(Dear user, the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China reminds you that 100 yuan has been transferred to your bank card ending with 8868.)）
Jiang Hao was ecstatic.
This system was too f * cking awesome.
A drink bottle was worth 100 yuan. If a normal person picked up at least a few hundred bottles a day, that would be tens of thousands.
Earning tens of thousands a day?
Millions a month?
Jiang Hao worked himself to death every month to earn 10,000 yuan, and now he was earning millions.
Fortunately, his heart was in good condition. Otherwise, he would have fainted.
The young lady who saw Jiang Hao pick up the bottle was dumbfounded.
She was so happy just because she picked up a drink bottle. Was there something wrong with her brain?
It was such a pity that such a handsome man was actually a fool.
The young lady took out an unfinished bottle of drink from her bag and handed it to Jiang Hao. She then touched Jiang Hao's hand.
"Little brother, this is for you too.”
Jiang Hao came back to his senses from the surprise. He didn't mind that the young lady had touched his hand and said gratefully.
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
He threw the drink bottle into the woven bag and the notification sounded again.
Congratulations to the host for picking up a beverage bottle. The reward of 100 yuan has been sent to the host's bank account.
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