Chapter 3

What, 130 yuan?

Liu Fanzheng is puzzled, mobile phone message prompt sound, open a look.

"The income of your card number 4567 is 130 yuan, and the balance is 300130 yuan."

God, there's money!

Liu Fan took a deep breath with a smile on his face.

Picking up trash doesn't make money? Who's going to say that to him again? I'm in a hurry with him!

"I, Liu fan, will not pick up any rubbish here even if I jump from upstairs to die of starvation Hiss, how fragrant

In front of him, a middle-aged uncle with sunglasses spat on the ground. There was also a cigarette butt on the ground.

Liu Fan and the uncle walked out a few steps, rubbed a few steps, quickly picked up, put into the pocket.

"Ding, the host picks up a cigarette butt and rewards a box of gold bricks from the Yellow Crane Tower!"

Holding grass, special reward, golden brick of Yellow Crane Tower, Rolls Royce in cigarette!

But at this time, the middle-aged uncle seems to have a feeling, looking back just to see this scene, immediately showed disdain in his eyes.

"Poor, I can't afford to smoke!"

As soon as Liu Fan heard this, he was not happy at that time. He took a look at the cigarette in uncle's hand. Yunyan Shangri La is 45 yuan per bag.

He snorted coldly: "who do you look down on? I just can't stand you throwing cigarette butts around!"

With that, Liu Fan took out a big gold brick of the Yellow Crane Tower from his pocket, ripped open the package and took out one.

The middle-aged uncle didn't care. A poor boy could afford to smoke. But when his eyes came to the box in Liu Fan's hand, he couldn't move it.

"That's the big gold brick of Yellow Crane Tower. You can't buy one for 30000 yuan!"

The middle-aged uncle's lips trembled. He saw this cigarette once in the liquor company. He couldn't afford it without a million dollars!

Is the boy in front of him a hidden rich man?

At the thought of this, his face was uncertain.

Liu fan saw each other shocked, satisfied, put out the remaining half of the cigarette into the garbage can.

He leaned over and picked it up again, but the system didn't sound at all.

"System, why didn't I get a reward this time?"

"Ding, in order to put an end to the opportunism of the host, the items abandoned by the host are not recognized!"

All right.

Liu Fan once again throws away half a cigarette and turns to other places to look for garbage.

Shortly after he left, the middle-aged uncle clenched his teeth and put his head in the garbage can

With the perfect experience of picking up garbage and getting rewards, Liu Fan gradually put down his face and began to pick up garbage crazily.

Pedestrians on the street often cast eyes of surprise, disdain or disdain, but Liu Fan seems not to feel it.

"Ding, if the host picks up a beer bottle, 300 yuan will be awarded!"

"Ding, if the host picks up a slipper, 200 yuan will be awarded!"

"Ding, if the host picks up an abandoned electronic watch, 1000 yuan will be awarded!"

"Ding..."

Liu Fan was very happy. Half of the garden street was cleaned up by him in half an hour.

Of course, in order not to attract too much attention, Liu Fan specially prepared a large black garbage bag to cover up the existence of the system.

"Ding, if you see a nylon bag, you will be rewarded with a woven bag."

Eh, it's not money?

Liu Fan thought a move, the hands will appear a white woven bag, light as if nothing.

"System, is there anything special about this woven bag?"

"The woven bag in the host's hand contains 10x10 space, which is the only binding for the host and can't be lost!"

Good guy, isn't this the storage bag in Xiuzhen's novel?

With this thing, he no longer has to worry about being seen through.