Become the richest man from picking up junk

Chapter 445 Your Uncle Is Your Uncle After All

Shen Jian almost suspected that he had heard wrong.

Why is there someone else's name on this trash can?
The old man was still searching carefully.

Finally, he found what he was looking for in the corner of the trash can.

He pointed there, and said, "Look, I said this trash can is mine!"

Shen Jian looked along where his finger was, and saw that there really was a name written there.

But judging by the brushwork, it should be written by the old man himself.

Well, your uncle really is your uncle!

Shen Jian didn't tangle with him either, and now he was carrying a sack and walked to another trash can.

He still doesn't believe it, this old man really has such free time, he can write his name on the trash cans in the whole street?

Before Shen Jian walked over, the old man slowly said behind him: "You don't need to look for it, all the trash cans on this street are mine!"

Well, if you talk about being boring, who can compare to the old man being boring?

Shen Jian didn't look for another trash can, but took out a carving knife from his pocket.

I saw him bent down.

The old man felt like watching him.

"what are you going to do?"

"Of course, let these trash cans change hands!"

Although such behavior seems childish, who told this old man to make such a joke with him first?
The old man suddenly seemed to have heard some joke, he said: "My master is still here, how can you let it change hands?"

"I said yes, of course I can. Besides, it's just writing with a pen. You can do it and I can do it too!"

Shen Jian pretended to really write.

Seeing that he was going to come for real, the old man immediately froze his smile on his face.

"you you you……"

Shen Jian had no intention of stopping at all.

The old man used his trump card. He squatted on the ground and started crying and shouting: "Oh, this world really doesn't allow people to live! You young man is picking up trash instead of picking it up, why not?" You want to grab me, a bad old man?"

Shen Jian really couldn't go on at the moment.

If you want to turn black and white, this old man is really good at it!
Shen Jian could only feel ashamed of himself.

Although there were few people here, Shen Jian still felt a little uncomfortable after hearing the old man's cries.

"Okay, okay, don't sit on the ground, why didn't you say it when I picked up the first trash can?"

With some helplessness, Shen Jian took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which were the Zhizhen cigarettes he had been smoking.

As soon as the cigarette was taken out, the old man's crying stopped.

Shen Jian glanced at the other party in surprise, only to see that the other party's eyes were fixed on the cigarette in his hand.

"Do you want it?"

Shen Jian opened the cigarette case and acted like a grown-up, willing to give him the cigarettes regardless of the faults of the villain or the past.

The old man looked at him suspiciously, and seeing his sincere expression, he really believed him.

He reaches for it.

Before Shen Jian's hand touched his cigarette, he withdrew it abruptly, and put the cigarette back into his pocket in a kind manner.

"I won't give it!"

Shen Jian was in a good mood at this time, relying on his unique skills to win back a victory.

The old man suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and said: "You young man, why don't you talk about martial arts at all? Is there an old man like you who tricks me like this?"

Shen Jiancai didn't care about the other party's opinion, he lit his cigarette, took a deep breath, and looked like he was enjoying it.

This cigarette is completely harmless.

Even second-hand smoke smells very fresh.

Even Huazi, compared with it, is quite inferior.

The old man felt even more jealous when he smelled this.

"Then if I ask you to pick up the trash on this street, will you give me a cigarette?"

The old man hesitated for a while, but was still reluctant to leave.

Shen Jian didn't answer him.

The old man dawdled in place for a while.

Seeing that he was about to lose his composure, Shen Jian took out his cigarette again, smoked one for the other party, and said, "That's what you said, the trash cans here are all contracted by me!"

The old man has such leisure, so he might as well think carefully about how to make a fortune.

Instead of having such an idea, he even marked every trash can with his name.

Sure enough, thinking is also a very important factor.

The old man is very greedy now, so he doesn't care what Shen Jian said, but just nodded to show that he understood.

Shen Jian finished smoking a cigarette and stretched.

If he had known that a cigarette could drive people away, Shen Jian wouldn't have bothered.

The old man did not leave after smoking that cigarette, but sat there chatting with Shen Jian.

"You're young, what's wrong with you, why do you want to pick up trash?"

The old man's tone was a little emotional, as if he didn't approve of a young man like him picking up trash without doing his business.

Shen Jian answered him solemnly, and said: "Actually, picking up trash is my main business, and I do a little bit of other things, but there is one question, I would like to ask you, obviously there are a lot of wealth in these trash cans, why don't you Can't even smoke a cigarette?"

If the little old man could afford to smoke, he wouldn't have given up these trash cans just because of a cigarette.

The old head was trampled on his sore feet, he seemed a little excited, and said, "I'm so old, if I still pick up trash, what if my waist flashes one day?"

There is some truth in what he said, but seeing that he can't even afford to eat, what does it matter if he is up to his waist or not?

Shen Jian knew that this was just an excuse made up by the other party, so he was noncommittal.

"But it's not a problem for you to pick up garbage like this all day long. Young people should find something serious to do!"

The little old man's personality was a bit strange, and after he finished speaking, he came over on his own.

Obviously according to what he said before, he should be angry at this time.

Shen Jian couldn't figure out the character of this little old man, so he shook his head and said, "Picking up trash is my main job, and for me, picking up trash is a serious business."

Shen Jian's words are not just talking nonsense, picking up trash is a serious business for him.

The little old man looked at him and shook his head, looking like a child who can't be taught.

Shen Jian didn't talk to him too much, but picked up the trash on his own.

Because someone was watching, Shen Jian couldn't directly recycle the contents of the trash can, so he had to put the things picked up in the trash can into sacks one by one.

This time, you can't pick them up indiscriminately.

Although there was someone by his side, he didn't feel so lonely, but this affected the speed of his appearance!

Shen Jian felt a little uncomfortable.

"Then old man, what do you do?"

(End of this chapter)