"Collection of rags...Collection of rags..."

As the sun sets, on the streets where the dusk is shining, a handsome young man is riding a dilapidated tricycle that makes a creaking sound, walking in the streets and alleys, constantly shouting something in his mouth.

"Xiao Ming, here..." A curly-haired aunt heard the sound and waved to the young man with a bag of bottles.

"Okay." The young man was happy and rushed over with difficulty in pedaling the creaking tricycle.

"Aunt Li, one plastic bottle is 1 cent, 32 pieces are 2 cents, and one oil barrel is 2 cents, a total of 5 cents."

As he said that, the young man took out a wrinkled five dollars and two penny coins from his densely sewn purse and handed it to the curly aunt.

"Just five yuan." The curly-haired aunt was also very generous, so she charged five yuan.

"Thanks."

The young man bowed and thanked him, put away the two cents, waved his hand and said goodbye, and rode the tricycle and left.

The young man is named Jiang Ming, 25 years old this year, with elementary school education, and as for his profession... he will be called "urban waste recycling personnel" and directly click "dirty".

Jiang Ming looked down at the two cent coins in his hand and weighed them, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I used to have a dollar on the ground, but I didn't expect that now I'm humble for just two cents. Life."

He was originally a professional player. At the age of fifteen, he climbed over the wall and entered an Internet cafe, played many games such as Wow, Red Alert, CSS, Cross Fire and Honor, and all achieved considerable achievements.

In order to play a game, I stayed up late to eat spicy strips and instant noodles. I became famous at the school at the age of 16, and won the finals of the League of Legends at the age of 17, and was invited to join the Yan Luo Guild, which ranked tenth in the Hualong Kingdom.

It took him five years to lead all members of the Yan Luo Guild to stand at the peak of the entire Hualong Kingdom.

Twenty-three years old...

Jiang Ming shook his head, put the two cents in his pocket, took out a pack of cheap cigarettes, lit one, sucked the smoke, hummed a small song, pedaled the bicycle, and continued to shuttle through the streets.

What is the use of heaven and earth? What is the use of not being able to sit on the quilt, what is the use of being able to be romantic? Can't eat?

What is the use of dust? What is the use of changes in all things? The Tao and Dharma are created by themselves.?

What is the use of facing the wall? What is the use of not seeing the rumor? A big bag.?

What is the purpose of giving birth to me? What is the purpose of not laughing, what is the purpose of destroying me? Don’t reduce your arrogance.?

Where did you come from? I live in the world, sing and sing together, and walk the great way.?

It’s better to meet me and smile when you’re thousands of miles away?

Walking through the straw shoes and hats for thousands of years, traveling through the sky forever,?

Those who walk on the song will forget the world and me.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Free and easy... I don’t care about the gods!

...

This song comes from the book by the famous writer Jin He Zai. Many years have passed. Although it is an old song, Jiang Ming is particularly fond of this song.

He particularly yearns for a life without restraint and free and easy life.

Now, although he is free, he is not free. In this society, if he does not have money, he will starve to death and will still be bound by money. He is not really free.

In fact, there is a reason for him to collect rags. First, he is freer. No one is to shuttle through the streets and alleys. Although he will suffer a lot of rolling eyes, second, his hands can no longer work, and even if he holds the mouse for a while, he will hurt. There is no company to ask him for it.

In this work, he only needs to use a roller skating device to take up the job without putting in a lot of effort.

"Hey... business is so bad today."

It was about to get dark, and he looked back at the "cargo" on the tricycle. He lit a cigarette again and shook his head helplessly.

After turning for a while, the business was still bleak. He had no choice but to sell the "goods" on the car, then pedaled the tricycle, listened to the "pleasant" sound from the tricycle, and ate two steamed buns that he bought for one dollar, and drove towards the slums.

...

A helicopter driving in the air over H City, somehow suddenly exploded and landed towards an open place in H City.

At this time, in a closed conference room in H City, a middle-aged man in a suit hung up the phone in his hand with a pale face and said coldly to the seven or eight people present, "They were attacked and the helicopter exploded. Now I will send someone to find the potion with all my strength. The researchers have all disappeared and the development method has been broken. You must know that the potion is just like this in the world, and I must find it for me."

"yes."

The eight people nodded, hurriedly left the conference room, and began to call and yell.

One of the younger men even shouted at the phone, "What! My Supreme Account Ornament for "Shenzhou" is also on that helicopter? You bastards, you bastards, will be on the server tonight, hurry up and get one for me, and search for the potion in the picture I sent you..."

...

"What's the use of heaven and earth? You can't quilt... Wow, who sets off the fireworks? No, it seems like a plane explodes. Why did it fall towards me..."

Jiang Ming was humming a small song. When he was driving on the empty street, the sky suddenly exploded, emitting flames. He originally thought that someone was setting off fireworks, but when a burning cabin hit him, he couldn't help but curse and prepared to ride a tricycle to leave the place.

"Click..."

What made him depressed was that just after pedaling, the chain of the tricycle was broken because he tried too hard.

"Ma Dan, let me down at this time." Seeing the burning cabin gradually approaching him, he tried to push the tricycle a few times, but because he couldn't use his strength, he couldn't push it far. In desperation, he had to abandon the tricycle and flee quickly.

"boom……"

The moment he escaped, the burning cabin hit his tricycle directly, making a loud bang.

Even though Jiang Ming was far away from there, he was still washed away by the aftermath of the explosion.

"Oh, what's stuck me."

Jiang Ming, who fell to the ground, suddenly felt a piercing on his neck. He screamed in pain and hurriedly grabbed the back of his neck.

"Huh? Syringe tubes? Why are there syringes on the helicopter? Is it a medical plane?"

Jiang Ming pulled down the thing stuck on the back of his neck. It turned out to be a tiny glass needle tube, and there was still a little blood-red liquid left inside the needle tube.

He didn't care about any syringe now, and threw the glass syringe with his blood into the sewer next to the road, then turned his head and ran towards his tricycle.

The tricycle is his meal guy. He bought it for about 100 yuan. If it is gone, he will definitely feel sorry for him.

Because he was concerned about the tricycle, he didn't know that the glass needle he threw casually hit the head of a black wild cat who was eating a mouse with relish, and directly knocked it out. The red liquid in the glass needle mixed with his blood poured into the black wild cat's body.

"My second is Ono Ma, my tricycle..."

When he arrived at the broken helicopter that was still burning, Jiang Ming was so distressed that he almost cried.

"Boom..."

Just as he looked at his tricycle that had been with him for three years with heartache, a loud noise suddenly came from the cabin, and he was so scared that he quickly retreated.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a corpse falling from the back seat, and an exquisite silver box rolled out from the collar of his clothes, just around Jiang Ming, who was not far away.

"This is...silver!"

When Jiang Ming saw the exquisite silver box, his eyes lit up and he quickly picked it up.

The silver box is the size of a palm, and it is made of sterling silver. All packaging is made of sterling silver. The things inside are probably more expensive. Jiang Ming's face flushed and he opened the silver box with excitement.

After the silver box was opened, there was a crystal pendant watch inside. The moment he saw the crystal pendant watch, his breathing began to become rapid. His agitation made his body tremble. He said in disbelief, "Tenglong Company spent ten years developing a very realistic virtual game "Shenzhou" terminal... and it is also the only three crystal terminals in Hualong Kingdom. I am not dreaming anymore..."

"Boom..."

At this time, a few slight explosions pulled him back to reality from his excitement.

He glanced at the tricycle, the burning cabin and the dead man in black, and murmured softly, "These people must have extraordinary identities. If the plane crashes, rescue personnel will come over soon. Let's leave quickly, so as not to be caught in..."

After getting the sterling silver box and the terminal of "Shenzhou", he no longer cared about the tricycle.

"boom……"

Not long after he left, the broken cabin made another violent explosion, and dozens of airplane propellers were heard from the dark sky...

After trotting all the way, Jiang Ming finally returned to the slums.

Touching the silver box in his pocket, he was panting with excitement on his face, wiped the sweat from his face, and walked towards the slums that were chaotic like a garbage dump.

He never noticed that twenty or thirty meters behind him, a black wild cat stared at him. He walked away as the wild cat, and he stopped as the wild cat stopped.

"Oh, Xiao Ming, why are you sweating so much? Why don't you come to my elder sister to cut her hair and take a shower, which is a bit cheaper for you."

When passing by a hair salon with lights flashing, a woman dressed in her thirties and forties waved to Jiang Ming and said.

Jiang Ming smiled at the woman awkwardly, and left quickly as if he ran away. He thought to himself: I can't stand the record of one against five. Even if I pay me more, I don't want it. Besides, I'm still a pure virgin, how could it be cheaper for you?

"Xiao Ming, why did you come back today? Where is your BMW tricycle?"

After walking a few steps, the old man selling sesame cakes on the road joked at Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming smiled and shook his head, "The car broke down, sold it. Uncle Li, give me two sesame cakes."

"Xiao Ming, you have your express delivery."

When the path to the only express delivery company in the slums area was at the entrance, a "Ruhua" inside shouted to Jiang Ming.

My courier? My sister was sent abroad to study by me three years ago. I just contacted me some time ago. It was impossible to send me a courier. Where did the courier come from? Could it be that the loving ‘customer’ could send it to me? Jiang Ming was a little confused. He walked into the courier company, signed the letter, took out a fist-sized packaging, and looked at it that his name was indeed written on it. The sender was covered by the ink that was accidentally knocked over by "Ruhua". He couldn't see it. He shook his shoulders and walked home.

...

He finally returned home after nibbling dry sesame cakes and passing through several smelly streets.

Opening the creaking door, fumbled through the light lines, and pulled a simple house of about thirty or forty square meters appeared in front of him. Looking at some recycled furniture and supplies piled up in the room, a hint of laughter and cry appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Through the piles of debris everywhere, he came to the bed and sat down, picked up the packaging in his hand and looked it apart, then took it apart.

"Um?"
To be continued...