The heavily made-up woman was in a full-blown panic. She was terrified that this handsome trash-picker would come over and beat her up. 'How could a weak woman like me possibly withstand his abuse?'
"Uh, hey, young man, a real man doesn't fight with a woman. Just let it go."
"Yeah, watching you take care of that fatty was really satisfying, but hitting a woman isn't very manly, is it? Even if she is kind of asking for it."
Despite the clamor of the crowd, Fang Chenyi remained unmoved. A woven bag slung over his shoulder and a trash grabber in his hand, he walked right up to the heavily made-up woman.
As the crowd watched and shook their heads, Fang Chenyi actually reached his hand out toward the woman.
Just as everyone was starting to look away, unable to watch, Fang Chenyi's hand finally landed on the heavily made-up woman's shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Move! You're blocking my car door."
As expected, the handsome man's sharp command was followed by a push that sent her stumbling several steps to the side. Thankfully, he hadn't used much force, or she would have definitely fallen flat on the ground.
When the woman opened her eyes in confusion and looked at the handsome man, she saw him reach into his pocket in full view of the crowd. When he pulled his hand out, he was holding something that looked like a remote control.
BEEP! BEEP!
With a light press of the small device, the headlights of the supercar—worth over twenty million—flashed twice. In the dimming evening light, the flashes were incredibly dazzling.
Instantly, everyone—from the heavily made-up woman to the gawking onlookers—stood with their eyes wide and their jaws on the floor.
"Holy shit, what's going on? Don't tell me this luxury car belongs to the trash-picker?"
"Oh my god, am I seeing things? That's a supercar with a global limited run of only twenty! And you're telling me it belongs to a trash-picker? Heavens, are you kidding me?"
"Goddamn, is this how rich people get their kicks nowadays?"
"Whoa! Did he just casually toss that filthy trash bag into a luxury car?"
Of course, Fang Chenyi paid no mind to the shocked chatter of the onlookers, nor did he spare a glance for the heavily made-up woman.
He ducked down and slid into the supercar worth over twenty million.
Once inside, Fang Chenyi was actually panicking. Staring at the unbelievably gorgeous interior, he couldn't help but think, 'Goddamn, this is a supercar worth over twenty million! I never thought I'd see the day! WAHAHAHA, this feels so damn good!'
Though he was ecstatic, countless onlookers were still staring at him from outside. So, Fang Chenyi started the car, and at the same time, the skills needed to drive a supercar automatically appeared in his mind. He stomped on the accelerator, and the twenty-million-plus supercar let out a low roar like a wild beast. Then, with a WHOOSH, the car shot forward. The powerful force pinning him to his seat made Fang Chenyi feel almost euphoric. 'Goddamn, a supercar really is a supercar! This is a million times better than that crappy old Xiali!'
As the twenty-million-plus supercar shot away, the crowd behind erupted once more. In a nearby alley, the fatty who was on the phone calling for backup was already dumbstruck. He felt as sick as if he'd swallowed a fly. 'Fuck me! If you're so damn rich, why the hell are you picking up trash?!'
"Hey! Hey? Fatty, you still there? Hurry up and send me your location! I've already rounded up the boys!"
Just as the fatty gulped nervously, a gruff voice from the phone's earpiece shattered his thoughts. Snapping back to his senses, he quickly stammered into the phone, "N-no... no need to come, Brother Hu. You don't need to come."
After speaking, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead with a plump hand.
But as soon as he said that, Brother Hu on the other end of the line was not having it. A furious shout erupted from the phone:
"What the fuck, you damn fatty, are you playing games with me? Motherfucker, I already got all the guys together! Fine, we don't have to go, but you're paying for half my trouble!"
Hearing this, a pained expression appeared on the fatty's face. He said cautiously, "No, no, how could I ever mess with you, Brother Hu? To be honest with you, I completely misjudged the situation. The trash-picker I told you I wanted to teach a lesson to... he's driving a Lamborghini worth over twenty million!"
"Holy shit! A trash-picker driving a Lamborghini? Fatty, you're not fucking with me, are you?"
...
Leaving the utterly terrified fatty aside, let's get back to Fang Chenyi. Driving this incredibly cool supercar felt absolutely amazing. Cruising down the street, his head-turn rate was off the charts.
However, after driving a few hundred meters, Fang Chenyi suddenly slammed on the brakes. He had just remembered the girl in the tight-fitting sportswear. It wasn't that he was interested in her, but it occurred to him that if he just left, the fatty might come back to take revenge on her, and that wouldn't be good.
And so, under the gazes of the onlookers, the sports car that had just driven off reversed and came back.
Seeing the sports car return, the heavily made-up woman shivered and thought in terror, 'Th-this handsome guy isn't coming back to deal with me, is he?'
The sports car slowly came to a stop in front of the pure-looking girl, who was also staring blankly. As she watched with stars in her eyes, the front passenger-side window slowly rolled down.
Then, Fang Chenyi's incredibly magnetic voice drifted out, "Hey, get in."
Perhaps she had fallen for his handsome-man gambit, but as soon as Fang Chenyi spoke, the pure-looking girl stepped forward without the slightest hesitation, pulled open the Lamborghini's door, and plopped right down into the seat.
"Whoa! Another good one gets snatched up!"
"Ah, my goddess! I come out here every day just to watch my goddess run, and now she's getting into another man's car! I thought she was supposed to cry in a BMW, not this!"
"Dude, wake up. A BMW? Compared to this supercar, a BMW is garbage. Man, what a shame... what a shame I wasn't born a woman!"
"Damn, give me a break. If you were a woman... BLEGH..."
...
The supercar was cool, and the beauty next to him was easy on the eyes. But Fang Chenyi hadn't forgotten his main objective. 'The supercar is nice, and it's worth tens of millions, but I can't forget that I can get thirty to fifty thousand from a single trash can! Ten cans would be three to five hundred thousand!'
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. As luck would have it, there were two trash cans side-by-side on the curb just ahead. Ignoring the pure-looking beauty beside him, Fang Chenyi stomped on the gas and charged straight for them!
[To be continued...]