The system asks me to pick up trash

The racing competition of the Che You Club was over, Xiao Yi, who was tired all day, returned home and took a comfortable bath.

Spread yourself out on the bed in a relaxing position and get a good night's sleep.

The next morning, when the sun shone on Xiao Yi's face, it woke him up.

What are you doing today?And of course pick up trash.

Picking up garbage allowed him to have money, and more importantly, he improved his physical fitness and possessed various god-level skills.

Rich and healthy, such a beautiful thing, I am afraid that most people yearn for it?

But now that Xiao Yi possesses both of these, how can Xiao Yi give up the good life bestowed on him by the trash picking system?

Xiao Yi simply washed up, ate, and started his professional work of picking up trash.

Riding a garbage picking car, with a small copper horn hanging on the handlebar, playing technical terms repeatedly:

"Recycle! Recycle color TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, old computers, washing machines."

Maybe people go out to work during the day, and there is garbage sorting, and few people sell junk.

After running all morning, the tricycle was still empty.

Xiao Yi looked at the empty tricycle, and suddenly patted himself on the head.

There is garbage sorting in the community, and people don’t sell junk anymore, but there are many schools in the city.

There is no garbage classification in the school, even if there is, he will not have the patience to throw away garbage according to the categories.

Think about it, there are so many students in the school, how much garbage must there be?I'm afraid the trash is full of trash cans.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yi rode a tricycle straight to the campus.

But the current campus control is very strict, and outsiders can't easily enter the campus.

Xiao Yi came across the first campus and looked up, Jianghai University of Foreign Studies.

Let me go, Xiao Yi seems to have a lot of predestined relationship with foreign languages, probably due to his good language talent.

Seeing the school's steel fence gate stretching across the school gate, even Xiao Yi's tricycle couldn't get in.

Xiao Yi put down the tricycle and walked to the window of the duty room.

There was an old man sitting inside, playing cards to entertain himself.

"Master, take your hand here, I'll tell you something." Xiao Yi shouted.

"Speaking of things, look at what my hands are doing. My hands are wrinkled, like old bark, and they are not the hands of a young girl with water and tenderness. What's so good about it?"

The old man muttered.

"Grandpa, can you see what I have in my hand?"

Seeing that the old man was unwilling to move his nest, Xiao Yi held a big red bill in his hand, showing only a corner for the old man to see.

"Money!" There is no one in the world who is not sensitive to money, the uncle immediately recognized that what Xiao Yi was holding was money.

"Come here, this money is yours." Xiao Yi said to the uncle.

"Really?" the old man said happily.

As soon as he walked over, he grabbed the money in Xiao Yi's hand. Xiao Yi immediately took his hand and said in a low voice:

"Let's make a deal, you have to agree, it's more than this amount, you say the amount, and we will discuss it."

With that said, Xiao Yi pulled the old man's old hand into his sleeve.

The uncle is also a man of age, of course he knows that Xiao Yi is doing this, it is because he is afraid that others will know the secret of their transaction.

So he also mysteriously covered his wrist with his sleeve, and asked in a godlike manner:

"What do we trade, use this trick?"

"Master, if you want me to go in, I'll give you this number?" Xiao Yi said while pinching his thumb and little finger together in his sleeve.

"So many?" The uncle stroked Xiao Yi's fingers, was surprised, and then sized Xiao Yi up.

Today, I really met a rich owner. At the beginning, I made six figures.

"The principal is giving a lecture. There are translators outside today. You can't go in now." The uncle said hesitantly.

Xiao Yi took the uncle's hand again, squeezed his thumb, index finger, and middle finger together, and asked:

"How about it?"

The uncle's eyes lit up, it means seven hundred yuan, this guy is raising the price, he seems very rich.

Xiao Yixin said, there is a play!

"Like this, can you see if it's okay?" The uncle bent Xiao Yi's index finger into a hook again and pulled it out.asked:
"How about it?"

Isn't it just 900 yuan?Just pick up some trash.

"Deal!" Xiao Yi readily agreed, so that the uncle would not regret it, Xiao Yi took out another hundred and handed it to the uncle in his sleeve