The richest man in the world starts from picking up tatters

Garbage classification can be roughly divided into:

Dry garbage, wet garbage, recyclable garbage, non-recyclable garbage, etc.

Then the garbage is collected and cleaned by the city or the country.

This made Su Cheng dumbfounded.

I am special.

What a broken method!

It was all cleaned up by people in the city. Isn't it because the northwest wind is gone?

"Which bastard did it! Stand up!"

Su Cheng gritted his teeth.

The convenience store employee said casually: "It's the guy who contracted the greening and engineering of the city's environment. He's a big man who seems to have his surname Liu."

Su Cheng was stunned, and said unsure:

"Liu Zhizhong?"

The employee's eyes lit up and smiled:

"Yes, it's this guy. I heard that the power is so deep that the mayor will give him some face."

Su Cheng suddenly closed himself.

Because he remembered what he said casually the other day.

"Old Liu, look at the trash cans in this city. The trash is almost on the road. You don't have to pay for repairs."

Think about it now.

Lao Liu really listened.

He even started a garbage sorting directly.

Su Cheng felt miserable and couldn't help but slap his mouth.

"Damn, call you mouthy!"

In this way, his difficulty in picking up trash has risen sharply.

Picking up a plastic bottle takes a lot of effort.

Thought for a moment.

Su Cheng decided to go to the special garbage collection point first.

Maybe you can still pick up the leaks.

ten minutes later.

Came to the specific garbage collection point on this street.

Mountains of trash are thrown into each trash can in an orderly manner.

Su Cheng just walked over.

Haven't spoken yet.

The garbage collector suddenly said enthusiastically:

"Excuse me, what kind of garbage are you? Wet garbage?"

Su Cheng's face was full of black lines.

Is there such a question?

"Uh, I'm not wet garbage."

The aunt screamed, and then said:

"Then you are just rubbish."

"Ha ha......"

Su Cheng chuckled twice and said with a smile:

"Then what, aunty, how to deal with this garbage?"

The aunt said casually:

"Oh, these were all towed away by garbage trucks and processed in the garbage disposal plant."

Su Cheng stepped forward and whispered:

"Auntie, can I take some of this trash?"

"what?"

The aunt was stunned.

Then he looked at Su Cheng suspiciously.

"What do you want? These will be dealt with directly and cannot be taken away."

With that, the aunt's eyes on Su Cheng changed.

It was like looking at a thief thinking about her baby.

Su Cheng choked silently.

What's bad to steal.

Who steals trash from your house.

After leaving depressed.

Su Cheng squatted on the road tooth and fell into autism again.

At the moment, the road is empty, and it looks cleaner than when the civilized city was selected.

Garbage classification......

This sudden change caused Su Cheng to temporarily fall into a state of confusion.

But soon.

Su Cheng's eyes lit up.

He thought of a new way out!

Since there is no rubbish to pick up, he can collect the trash!

The same is to achieve the purpose of "recycling", there is no essential difference between picking up trash and collecting trash.

more importantly.

Today's Su Cheng, after countless people's contempt, his face is not bad.

It's not a difficult task to collect a mere mess.

"Okay! It's decided!"

"From now on, I won't pick up rubbish anymore!"

A passerby just passed by him, hearing this, he glanced at Su Cheng with some appreciation.

Young man, why don't you have to pick up trash.

But just think about it.

Changing careers is more promising.

Unexpectedly...

Su Cheng paused, then said seriously:

"I have collected the tatters now!"

Passersby fell down instantly.

Su Cheng ignored the others and went home to get the tricycle.

Incidentally, I have to buy a big speaker.

After some toss.

After preparing the things needed to collect the rags, Su Cheng rode a tricycle and set off with a small speaker.

Ride slowly to the busiest street in the city.

Park the tricycle well.

Su Cheng took out the big horn around his waist that he had never used before.

Press lightly.

"Recycle! Recycle! Recycle washing machines, refrigerators, and discarded mobile phones!"

"Recycle! Recycle! Recycle washing machines, refrigerators, and discarded mobile phones!"

"Recycle! Recycle..."

that's it.

Su Cheng's broken career began.

The loud electronic sound from the big horn suddenly resounded throughout the street.

moment.

Su Cheng's unique demeanor style attracted the attention of countless passersby.

After all, in people's inherent impression, most of the people who harvest the tatters are poor 40-50 year-old uncles.

Handsome young people like Su Cheng are rare.

In other words, it is impossible to engage in this business.

More and more people watched and discussed.

Su Cheng remained motionless, completely unaffected by these gazes.

Unfortunately.

Although it attracted the attention of many people, after working for a long time, I still didn't receive a tattered one.

"You are so young, lad, why do you want to do this?"

Finally someone came, and the result was an enthusiastic aunt passing by.

Su Cheng grinned openly.

"Life is forced. Regardless of occupation, you can make money."

Hearing this, Taima sighed with regret, and then left.

Obviously.

She felt that Su Cheng could do something more promising.

But now this is just a waste of time.

After a while.

Another thin figure came to the tricycle.

It's a kid who still has a mucus.

At first glance, it was a restless bear child, with dust all over his body, his eyes full of ghosts and spirits.

He heard the sound of the trumpet all the way, and then ran all the way.

After the little kid got closer, he wrinkled his nose and spit in disgust at Su Cheng.

"What's the matter, are the tattered ones smell like you?"

Su Cheng looked at the drool that almost spit on his clothes.

Frozen for a while.

Then he laughed.

He took out ten yuan and stuffed it in the hands of the bear child.

"Children, good job!"

"Next time you spit, remember to find people who wear gold chains, they are more rich!"

After speaking, Su Cheng pointed to the muscular men wearing gold necklaces in the distance.

"Hmm!"

After seeing the money, the bear kid immediately opened his eyes and nodded.

Su Cheng looked at him holding a big black bag, and asked:

"What are you going to sell?"

The bear kid looked around mysteriously, and then dropped the big bag on the ground.

Inside, brightly colored books of school summer homework were exposed.

"amount......"

Su Cheng was lost in thought.

This bear boy must have been stunned by his homework, and he even used the method of selling rags.

"Tsk tut, there is a kind."

Su Cheng exclaimed with deep emotion.

He had this idea when he was a child, and then he was beaten to death by his mother.

Looking at the bear boy in front of him, Su Cheng seemed to see himself back then, full of compassion...

Thank you for paying tribute to Kobe, and for your reward on my journey of youth.