Chapter 33: Qiao Qianrong

Chapter 33

Qin Zhao searched for Qiao Qianrong's residence according to the information given by Xiao Tao.

This community called Sunshine Garden was an old community with a building age of over fifteen years.

Most were old people coming and going, with only a few children sporadically.

But the advantage was that the greenery was good and the environment was secluded.

The houses were not so crowded fifteen years ago, so the distance between the buildings was large, giving space for plants to grow.

Sunlight could also shine into every household, making it a good place for the elderly to live.

From this point, it could be seen that although Qiao Qianrong was poor, she had requirements for her quality of life.

Otherwise, she would live in a rickety building like Qin Zhao's original self.

As long as people have desires, there will definitely be flaws.

If she encountered someone as unmovable as an iron bucket, things would be difficult.

Fortunately, so far, it seemed that Qiao Qianrong was someone she could talk to.

Qin Zhao waited at the gate of the community for a whole morning before seeing Qiao Qianrong appear from the street corner with disheveled hair, holding a sack.

As she approached, Qin Zhao kindly called out, "Auntie, can I talk to you?"

Qiao Qianrong walked past her without even glancing at her.

Qin Zhao: ?

Could I have called her the wrong thing?

So she said again, "Sister, can I talk to you?"

Still ignored.

But Qin Zhao was not someone who gave up easily. She caught up with Qiao Qianrong and continued, "Sister, I really have something very important that concerns you and your daughter. Please give me five minutes to tell you about it."

Qiao Qianrong glanced at Qin Zhao, still walking forward.

Soon, she entered the community, while Qin Zhao was stopped by the security guard.

"Miss, please wait. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the community without permission from residents."

Qin Zhao clicked her tongue, no longer chasing her, and shouted loudly at Qiao Qianrong: "Sister, I'll come again tomorrow. Believe me, you will definitely talk to me!"

Security guard: "..."

Qiao Qianrong: "..."

System: "..."

Was this the line of a greasy tycoon, or what?

On the way back to the hotel.

502 said, "Host, Qiao Qianrong seems quite difficult to get along with. Have you figured out a strategy?"

"Even someone like Zhuge Liang only came out of the mountain after being pestered by Liu Bei three times."

Qin Zhao stroked her hair with a confident expression on her face. "How many times can I pester Qiao Qianrong?"

"Ten times!" 502 said.

Qin Zhao: "..."

"Who told you to answer? Is anyone rewarding you for answering correctly? Boring..."

The system that was despised shrank into a ball, vowing never to set the stage for Qin Zhao again.

Qiao Qianrong glanced at Qin Zhao, then continued her work, putting the snatched cardboard box into the tricycle behind her.

She rummaged around in the trash station, picked up a few plastic bottles, then rode to the next trash station.

Qin Zhao jogged a few steps to catch up and plopped down on the bike.

She had expected to be driven away, but in fact, Qiao Qianrong did not chase her away.

Qin Zhao guessed that this meant Qiao Qianrong had agreed they could talk.

Then she heard Qiao Qianrong say, "Actually, that man picked up the cardboard box first."

"..."

This was not an easy response.

Could only say, you are truly fierce (thumbs up).

After a moment, Qin Zhao said, "I just helped the person I wanted to help."

"You're following me to demand gratitude from me? You think I'll be grateful to you for such a trivial matter?" Qiao Qianrong said coldly.

"Don't get me wrong," Qin Zhao tapped the tricycle and said, "I like picking up trash, but have no experience, so I want to learn from you."

Qiao Qianrong didn't keep talking.

When they arrived at a place with a row of trash cans, Qiao Qianrong stopped the car, picked up the bags, and rummaged through the trash as if she knew it like the back of her hand.

Qin Zhao rummaged next to Qiao Qianrong, mimicking her actions.

At first she was not very skilled, picking things she thought could be sold and putting them in her bag, only to have Qiao Qianrong throw them out with a straight face.

The sense of defeat made Qin Zhao really start learning to pick trash.

Whatever Qiao Qianrong picked, she picked the same, no longer taking initiative.

In this way they picked until daylight, already having changed three locations.

These days, trash pickers don't have it easy either. Picking from 5:30 to 9 am, they only filled two sacks.

Filling a whole tricycle took at least eight or nine hours.

And how much money could one tricycle of trash fetch?

The fourth trash station was next to a hotel.

Qin Zhao was already very skilled, no longer needing to look at Qiao Qianrong.

Not only that, she also developed an inexplicable sense of competitiveness, hoping to pick more than Qiao Qianrong.

So she deliberately quickened her actions.

"Ow!"

A sharp pain came from her forefinger.

Blood beads instantly gushed out. Qin Zhao flicked her hand to shake off the blood.

Pretending nothing had happened, she continued picking.

Just being more careful of invisible hazards in the trash.

In her heart she lamented: Professional trash pickers all wear gloves, she was not prepared enough.

Qiao Qianrong took note of this scene, but said nothing.

Half an hour later, they each threw their bags onto the tricycle.

Qin Zhao sighed and said, "Alas, I still lost to you."

Qiao Qianrong looked at Qin Zhao, her hand and fingers covered in small wounds, and suddenly spoke up: "I have a daughter as beautiful as you."