The richest man in the world starts from picking up tatters

I rub!

Didn't you tell you not to stimulate him!

The fireman was dumbfounded.

You are telling him alive that he is a 24k pure cock!

"Woohoo!!"

Song Qingshu's face was distraught.

Su Cheng's words seemed to pierce his heart directly, and he almost cried.

Because... he did become someone else's spare tire!

After the former goddess found his godfather, she threw him away without hesitation.

Song Qingshu shouted: "What did you come up for! Didn't you come to persuade me not to jump off the building?"

"Yes indeed!"

Su Cheng also said anxiously: "You must not jump!"

"why?"

Su Cheng suddenly slapped his thigh and said:

"My peculiar car is below. You jumped now. Didn't you smash my tricycle!"

"..."

The fireman looked gloomy.

I just feel that my job is about to lose my job.

After all, he made this wonderful work come up.

Song Qingshu cried out with a wow, half-footed out of the window.

"You are so special...Did you come up to make a mess!"

The fireman roared.

Su Cheng scratched his head, but also embarrassed the scene before him.

Soon he thought of a way and said:

"Don't jump off the building, there are so many beautiful things in life, should I tell you a joke?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, Su Cheng spoke directly.

"In the past there was a man named Xiao Song who was useless all his life. When he was about to die, he was very eager to be praised once. But this obsession moved God. He sent a doctor over. Guess what the doctor said?"

Song Qingshu shook his head in confusion.

The rest are also puzzled.

Su Cheng laughed.

"The doctor said, you're sick, you're getting worse!"

The air was quiet again.

A gust of wind passed.

It just feels so cold.

This joke is so fucking cold.

More importantly, why is the protagonist called Xiao Song?

Isn't this obviously stimulating Song Qingshu?

Song Qingshu turned around with a numb scalp.

This guy completely lost his hope of continuing to live.

It's better to die.

"What a..."

The fireman glared at Su Cheng, thinking this guy did it on purpose, right?

Seeing that the joke didn't work, Su Cheng was also anxious.

"I'll rub, isn't this joke funny? Think about this joke again!"

While talking, he took out a pistachio and quietly crushed it.

Song Qingshu couldn't bear it anymore, and roared:

"Your sister, boast that I am sick! I've never heard of this... Hey, it seems a bit funny?"

"Ah...Ahaha! Ahahahaha!!"

The voice fell.

Song Qingshu suddenly clutched his stomach and laughed.

He laughed and said:

"My CTM! It's so funny!"

"Hahaha!"

"a ha ha ha!!"

Song Qingshu, who suffers from severe depression, laughed wildly and couldn't stop.

what happened?

How is this going?

Only Su Cheng grinned.

It turns out that pistachios can also treat depression!

"what!!!"

Song Qingshu suddenly screamed.

The extreme happiness has happened.

Song Qingshu staggered because he covered his belly with his hands just now, causing the whole person to fall backward.

Next second.

It is estimated that they will fall from this tall building.

Everyone was scared to pee.

If it really falls, is it laughed to death or fell to death?

At this thrilling moment, Su Cheng rushed over!

Grabbing Song Qingshu's arm with one hand, he violently lifted it back into the room.

At this moment.

Song Qingshu broke out in a cold sweat.

I remembered that if I stumbled and fell, I would really die, and my calves would feel soft instantly.

I don't know why...

After listening to Su Cheng's joke, he suddenly felt that there are still many beautiful things in life.

You can eat delicious.

You can accompany your parents more.

You can complete all your interests.

In that case, why must we die?

For a time, Song Qingshu didn't know what he thought.

Anyway, the depression is completely gone.

Now he not only wants to laugh, but also wants to dance!

"Thank you! Thank you! I will never commit suicide again."

He kept bend over to thank Su Cheng.

Su Cheng smiled.

"It's okay, just a little effort."

The others are already staring at them at the moment.

In the picture just now, this guy lifted an adult directly into the air with one hand...

How powerful is this?

Hercules?

Although the firefighters often exercise, they were shocked to see this scene and couldn't help but ask:

"Brother, what do you do? Why are you so strong?"

Su Cheng smiled and pointed to the tricycle downstairs.

"I am a scavenger."

"The scavenger?"

Su Cheng nodded.

"That means picking up rubbish. Probably picking up more rubbish, so you have more strength."

"..."

Everyone is speechless.

Does picking up trash have this effect?

What a long experience.

As he was about to leave, Su Cheng suddenly patted his forehead.

Said to the staff:

"By the way, do you have any unwanted garbage or tatters? I can recycle it for you."

A female secretary was stunned first.

It was estimated that Su Cheng helped save people, so he said:

"There is a grocery room upstairs. No one wants anything in it. Just take it."

"That's great!"

Su Cheng's eyes lit up, and then he followed the female secretary upstairs.

Push the heavy iron gate.

A musty smell and staleness came over.

Looking around, there is dust everywhere, and most of them are discarded tables, chairs and folders.

The female secretary said:

"It's all here, um... how do you get it?"

Su Cheng smiled and took out a woven bag from his pocket.

"Your bag is a bit small, I guess you can't hold much..."

The female secretary took a look, then waved her hand:

"Forget it, take as much as you can."

Su Cheng nodded.

In fact, his bag has a lot to come.

After the female secretary left, Su Cheng began the recycling work.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for picking up the abandoned office chair. System reward: 100,000 yuan has been paid!

[Ding, congratulations to the host for picking up a string, the system rewards: a Steinway ebony upright piano!

[Ding, congratulations to the host for picking up the discarded curtains. The system rewards: an exquisite Qingming Shanghe painting curtain!

[Ding, congratulations to the host for picking up the broken picture scroll. System reward: Tang Yin's authentic relic: the picture of dragon and phoenix!

[Ding, congratulations...]

???

The more Su Cheng picked up, the more frightened.

He almost wondered if he had picked it up by mistake.

Why are the things here more terrifying?

Steinway ebony solid piano, less than millions.

The curtains of Shanghe Tu on Qingming Festival are even more expensive.

The most important thing is the authentic work of Tang Yin!

Isn't that Tang Bohu's?

Now Tang Bohu's authentic relic is not a national treasure?

Su Cheng couldn't help taking a breath.

He has reason to doubt.

If I pick it up like this, maybe I can open a museum.

Thinking of this, although Su Cheng was shocked in his heart, his work was even quicker.

After a while.

The entire grocery room was swept away.

And the woven bag bulged up like a hill.

Of course, these are illusions.

Only outsiders look heavy. When Su Cheng carries it on his own, it still looks like a light and fluttering bag.

"It's time to go, it's time to go, it's a great harvest."

Su Cheng contentedly said hello to the female secretary in the office and left.

When the female secretary came out, she looked at the empty grocery room and her mouth opened wide.