"Holy shit! A Lamborghini worth 23.12 million as a reward? For real?! How fucking awesome is that!"
Hearing the notification in his mind, Fang Chenyi froze on the spot, woven bag in hand. His jaw dropped, and his eyes were wide with shock.
Just then, a heavily made-up woman happened to pass by. Seeing Fang Chenyi with his trash grabber and woven bag, she instinctively waved a hand in front of her nose, as if he gave off some strange odor.
The woman, clacking away in her high heels, headed for the neighborhood gate, but as she shot Fang Chenyi a disdainful glance, she froze. 'Huh? This trash picker is actually handsome!' With just that one glance, the woman was captivated by Fang Chenyi's good looks. Her high heels stopped moving forward. Instead, she spun around and clacked back toward him.
Of course, Fang Chenyi had no time to notice the woman beside him. Snapping back to reality, he excitedly plunged his hand into his woven bag. The next moment, he felt his fingers close around a small object. He pulled it out and saw a beautiful car key in his hand, inlaid with the emblem of a large bull. 'Holy crap, it looks like this is real!'
Staring at the car key in his hand, Fang Chenyi's excitement was palpable. He was practically drooling.
By now, the heavily made-up woman had reached Fang Chenyi. Seeing him clenching his fist and giggling like an idiot, a thought couldn't help but pop into her head. 'This handsome little guy couldn't be a moron, could he? If he is, what a waste...'
"Hey, trash picker, you want this?"
To confirm her suspicion, the heavily made-up woman held out a drink she had only taken a single sip of.
Fang Chenyi, still dazed by the sudden, immense surprise, was startled back to his senses by her shout. He subconsciously shoved the car key into his pocket, then reached out, took the bottle the woman offered, and tossed it into his woven bag without a second glance.
(Host has collected one plastic bottle. System reward: 100 yuan. The reward has been transferred to the Host's bank account. Please check for confirmation.)
DING! New text message.
As Fang Chenyi tossed the bottle into the woven bag, notifications sounded simultaneously in his mind and from his pocket. Once the system's voice in his head finished, Fang Chenyi ignored the woman in front of him and quickly pulled out his phone. Sure enough, it was a text message confirming a bank deposit.
[Agricultural Bank] Your account ending in 6696 received a transfer of 100.00 yuan on April 5 at 18:36.
"Holy shit! One hundred yuan for a single bottle! I've really struck it rich this time!"
Seeing the deposit confirmation, Fang Chenyi nearly jumped for joy. The Lamborghini worth 23.12 million was a special reward; something like that might only happen once in a lifetime. But getting one hundred yuan for a single discarded bottle? That was real, tangible money! One hundred yuan for one bottle meant a thousand for ten, and ten thousand for a hundred. Good heavens, if he could find a hundred bottles a day, that would be 300,000 a month. One month of picking up trash would equal nearly ten years of his current income!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. It was just like he'd seen in that video earlier: as long as he kept picking up trash, reaching the pinnacle of life truly wasn't just a dream!
"Holy shit, he really is an idiot. And here I was thinking about making you my boy toy. I can't believe you've got screws loose. Fucking hell, what a waste of such a handsome face."
Watching Fang Chenyi giggle foolishly with excitement over a single bottle, the woman's eyes filled with disappointment. The trash picker was indeed handsome, but she couldn't possibly keep an idiot as her boy toy.
At this thought, the woman shook her head in disappointment. Mumbling curses under her breath, she turned and clacked away again on her high heels.
"Uh... for fuck's sake, *you're* the idiot."
The woman's cursing snapped Fang Chenyi back to reality once more. Hearing her words, he was left completely speechless. 'What is wrong with people? I'm just picking up some trash, who did I bother? What was all that cursing about?'
Still, he had this incredible system now. He was too happy to bother with that woman.
He turned and looked at the long row of trash cans before him. To Fang Chenyi, they were shining mountains of silver!
"WAHAHA, picking up trash is the best!"
(Host has collected one plastic bottle. System reward: 100 yuan. The reward has been transferred to the Host's bank account. Please check for confirmation.)
(Host has collected one aluminum can. System reward: 150 yuan. The reward has been transferred to the Host's bank account. Please check for confirmation.)
(Host has collected one cardboard box. System reward: 50 yuan. The reward has been transferred to the Host's bank account. Please check for confirmation.)
...
As Fang Chenyi's trash grabber danced non-stop, the notifications in his mind rang out continuously.
Five minutes later, having gone through the entire row of trash cans, Fang Chenyi finally stopped. He gently wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and was about to pull out his phone to see how much he had earned.
But as his hand slipped into his pocket, it brushed against a small object.
"Sigh, that stupid woman made me so mad I completely forgot about my new car!"
Looking at the exquisite car key in his hand, Fang Chenyi slapped his forehead. With a flick of his left wrist, he slung the woven bag over his shoulder, then marched proudly toward the neighborhood gate, trash grabber in hand.
It was the time when people took their after-dinner strolls, so along the way, many people stared in astonishment at the handsome young man carrying a trash bag. Some even dodged far away when they saw Fang Chenyi approach, as if afraid the smell of garbage would rub off on them.
Fang Chenyi could only feel helpless in the face of their stares. 'Sigh, this system is great in every way, except this "starter gear" is a bit much. Of course, you can't let a little flaw overshadow the whole gem. Any system that can lead me to the pinnacle of life is a good system!'
The neighborhood wasn't large, and he soon reached the gate. As he approached, he could see a large crowd gathered in the distance, buzzing about something.
Peeking through a gap in the crowd, Fang Chenyi could faintly make out a car. To be precise, it was his Lamborghini Sesto Elemento.
"Coming through, excuse me! Let me pass, I need to get through."
Arriving at the edge of the crowd, Fang Chenyi, still carrying his woven bag, began to squeeze his way in, yelling for people to make way. Seeing a man dressed as a trash picker forcefully pushing through, the onlookers' faces soured with annoyance.
[To be continued...]