Ultimately, Peter still gave Xu Wang his address.
He was someone who wasn't very good at refusing others.
What's more, in Peter's eyes, Xu Wang was still a good person.
Although this good person gave off a strange vibe.
After getting Peter Parker's address, Xu Wang didn't stay long at Midtown High.
Ignoring the astonished gazes of the surrounding students, Xu Wang directly climbed over the wall and left the campus.
He wasn't joking when he said he was going to pick up trash.
He was serious about picking up trash.
Although he hadn't been in the Wasteland for long, or rather, he hadn't yet experienced true Wasteland life.
But Xu Wang guessed that it would definitely not be a good place where one could live without worries, enjoying a superior life.
As a reserve Wastelanders, picking up trash is a required skill!
Even when transmigrated to the Otherworld, he couldn't abandon this specialized training.
In his previous life, people around him often said Xu Wang had mental problems.
To this, Xu Wang scoffed, completely disagreeing.
His thoughts were so clear, how could anyone say he had mental problems? It was simply slandering his innocence!
He had just left Midtown High.
Xu Wang walked along the roadside.
Just then, a biker on a harley motorcycle stopped his vehicle, preparing to find a small thug by the roadside to buy some contraband.
"Wow! What good luck, a harley motorcycle nobody wants! As expected of me, I'm even excellent at picking up trash!"
Xu Wang walked naturally to the harley motorcycle, directly swung his leg over, and rode it.
Everything happened smoothly, as if this motorcycle truly had no owner.
"Give me something strong."
The biker was just about to speak to the black man selling drugs when he suddenly heard the familiar engine starting sound of his harley motorcycle behind him!
"What!"
The burly biker was startled and turned around abruptly!
What met his eyes was a guy in a blue full-body uniform starting his motorcycle!
To a true biker, their motorcycle is even more important than their wife.
Xu Wang's act of directly riding the bike without permission was no different from committing adultery!
The biker, feeling cuckolded, instantly turned red with rage!
"Asian guy! Get off my bike!"
"First come, first served! I picked up this trash first, so it's mine."
Xu Wang had a matter-of-fact expression, and as he spoke, he kicked up the kickstand, squeezed the clutch, shifted gears, twisted the throttle, and rode off!
"Boom boom boom—!"
The harley motorcycle shot away like a wild horse, going straight and fast!
In a short while, it disappeared into the bustling traffic.
"My bike! Hey! My bike!"
"Swallow! Swallow! My Swallow! How can I live without you!"
The burly biker instantly put on a pained expression, started running after Xu Wang, his cries extremely mournful!
Xu Wang heard the familiar lines and glanced at the biker chasing him through the rearview mirror, his expression somewhat puzzled.
He looked down and saw "Swallow" painted in English on the harley's fuel tank.
Xu Wang immediately understood.
So this bike was called Swallow, then it's fine.
He was startled for a moment.
He had thought the biker had fallen in love with him at first sight; he was almost moved!
He twisted the throttle hard!
The engine roared, and the harley motorcycle sped away faster!
"That's my new bike! Ride slower! Ride slower!"
Watching Xu Wang's figure get further and further away, the biker could only let out the wail of a defeated dog!
It was a pity, though, that Xu Wang, who had already sped far away, couldn't hear anything.
As mentioned before, Xu Wang's memory had always been excellent; he could remember almost everything he saw.
Although Xu Wang had never been to New York, he had a lot of knowledge about New York in his mind.
Xu Wang already had an idea of how to pick up trash in New York.
Like China, the United States also has scavengers, and quite a few of them.
They also wander through the streets and alleys, then pick up unwanted waste products to sell.
Among these waste products, plastic bottles and aluminum cans were the easiest to sell.
Some branded ones, with "New York State" printed on the packaging, could be sold for about five U.S. cents each at specific recycling points.
If there were no recycling points that would accept them, they could also be sold at scrap yards.
About 4 pounds of bottles could be sold for around ten U.S. dollars.
The recycling points at various supermarkets had too many restrictions; although the price per item was good, it was still a bit too troublesome.
So Xu Wang directly gave up on them, planning to focus solely on selling to scrap recycling stations.
He would be staying in this World for a considerable amount of time, so earning some living expenses for himself was essential.
It must be said that Xu Wang's adaptability was very strong.
He rode his bike to the supermarket's back door, found a relatively clean dumpster, and directly pulled out several large black garbage bags from it.
Opening the garbage bags and emptying the trash inside, Xu Wang kept the clean large garbage bags.
He would need these garbage bags to hold the waste he picked up later.
Xu Wang also didn't ignore the trash he had dumped out.
He found a pair of pink gloves inside and put them on.
After all, he would be rummaging through trash cans, so wearing gloves was always better.
Some trash cans contained not only trash but also dangerous items like needles and blades, so he had to be careful not to get injured.
"Oh! They don't even want such a good backpack; U.S. people are really wasteful."
Besides the gloves, Xu Wang also found a black backpack that looked to be of quite good quality.
Without another word, Xu Wang directly put it on his back.
Looking at himself in the glass reflection, Xu Wang nodded with satisfaction.
Very good, he was increasingly acquiring the demeanor of a Wastelanders, a trash collector.
With his backpack on and trash bags in hand, Xu Wang found a place to park his motorcycle and then began his trash-picking work.
Xu Wang was a diligent trash collector.
He didn't care about the strange looks from passersby.
Once he started picking up waste, Xu Wang found himself inexplicably getting addicted.
Watching the plastic bottles in his bag increase, a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment would involuntarily rise in his heart.
He suddenly began to understand why some people liked to hoard cardboard and plastic bottles.
On his first day in the Spider-Man World, Xu Wang spent an afternoon picking up two large bags full of plastic bottles.
Before the scrap yard closed, he rode his harley motorcycle to the scrap yard and sold his afternoon's haul.
He earned a total of 23.52 U.S. dollars.
Holding the receipt handed to him by the staff, Xu Wang walked to the cashier's booth and exchanged it for cash with an uncle inside.
From this uncle, Xu Wang also learned a piece of information.
If the waste sold at one time exceeded one hundred U.S. dollars, they could provide their ID, and the money could be directly transferred to their bank card.
But as a transmigrator, Xu Wang, like other undocumented immigrants, did not have a legal U.S. identity, and naturally no bank card.
Presumably, this staff member saw Xu Wang arrive on a harley motorcycle and thought he was just selling waste hoarded from his home, never considering that Xu Wang was actually an undocumented person.
How clever Xu Wang was!
He immediately understood the implicit meaning of the staff member's words.
Suddenly, Xu Wang felt greatly humiliated!
He glared angrily at the uncle who had just given him the money: "Please respect my identity and profession!"
"I am a genuine, undocumented person with no identity whatsoever! I haven't paid a single cent of tax to the U.S. government, and I only came here today to become a scavenger! If you praise me for my talent in picking up trash, I'll be very happy. But if you think I'm someone with an identity, I'll only feel insulted!"
As he spoke, Xu Wang was about to leave, but after thinking for a moment, he walked back, looked at the astonished uncle, and added: "Oh, and I'm also a divorced Black single mother with two children."
"Hmph!"
Hearing Xu Wang's last words, the uncle instantly looked at him with awe!
"I was rude, beautiful lady!"
The uncle quickly took off his hat, revealing his balding head.
Seeing the scrap yard uncle's reaction, Xu Wang finally nodded with satisfaction.
With the huge sum of 23.52 U.S. dollars in his pocket, he rode off on his harley motorcycle, satisfied.
It was already late.
He had to sort out his dinner and then find a place to stay overnight.
Thank goodness.
Thanks to the internet era of knowledge explosion in his previous life.
Plus his superb memory.
Xu Wang already had an idea for where to stay tonight.
Around seven in the evening, Xu Wang rode his bike to a Pizza store.
He had just gotten off his bike.
At the entrance of the Pizza store, a familiar figure appeared.
Xu Wang looked and immediately chuckled.
It was Peter Parker in a work vest; it seemed they were quite fated!
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