"Get up, don't mention it. I hope he will recover soon."

Liu Fan picked up the tramp and urged them to go to see the old man quickly. The tramp's gratitude made him feel a sense of accomplishment.

He swung the woven bag, picked it up, turned around and left.

The style of that throw Forget it. I can't make it up.

Liu Fan took a look at his greasy uncle, who obviously changed his eyes. The latter shrunk his shoulders and looked stunned.

"Uncle, I really care about the environment."

Liu Fan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Greasy uncle's shoulder broke down and he almost fell down.

The passers-by around him mercilessly returned his contempt for Liu Fan.

"What's the matter with a stall? A dog like you will eat your food!"

"It's no wonder you're so bad with such bad conduct!"

"Come on, it's bad luck to meet such people!"

"The Environmental Protection Ambassador is walking so fast. If I get to know him, maybe I won't have to pay him back!"

Greasy uncle muddled in place, around the stall owners are still blind.

Liu Fan walked out of the alley and came to the north gate of times square. He picked up more than three million pieces of garbage all the way.

There is nothing more profitable than picking up rubbish.

"Ding, if you pick up half a suit, you'll get a reward of 800000 yuan!"

"Ding, the host finds a pair of broken eyeglass frames and rewards 70000 yuan"

"Ding, the host finds a military boxing exercise atlas and learns combat (special forces level)!"

The next second, Liu Fan's mind a lot more about fighting skills, even the body also appeared a trace of warmth.

"There's such a reward. It's great. The fighting skills of special forces are not afraid of troublemakers!"

Liu Fan was overjoyed. He secretly ran to a place where no one was. Hu Shengwei made a set of fists. His movements were steady, but after a set of fists, he was out of breath.

"No, it's not good to have fighting skills. This constitution is a problem. If only we could find something to strengthen our constitution."

Liu fan is not very satisfied. If he is not satisfied, he has to continue to pick up rubbish.

There is a future in the garbage world.

So he drove around looking for the right street.

In a high-end teahouse around times square.

Bai Xiaofeng looked at the woman in front of him, poured tea for her and said with a smile, "Yuanyuan, drink tea."

Fang Yuan's face was cold and she didn't want to pay attention.

In fact, she was also upset about how she found such a thing.

Bai Xiaofeng didn't seem to see it. He still said with a smile: "Yuanyuan, our business is OK. My sister recently found another rich second generation. That 300000 is absolutely OK."

Fang Yuan lightly said: "well."

When Bai Xiaofeng saw her reaction, he finally felt cold, but he didn't dare to say anything.

He drank tea in boredom and looked out of the window.

At this time, a familiar figure passed by, wearing half sleeves of shorts and carrying a garbage bag on his shoulder. The cat bent over to pick up a bamboo stick and threw it into the garbage bag behind him.

Bai Xiaofeng thought he was dazzled and wiped his eyes. This time, he really saw clearly.

"Oh, no!"

Liu Fan naturally did not know that Bai Xiaofeng had seen himself, and his sharp eyes were staring at every corner around him.

Just then.

There was a conversation outside the teahouse.

"Boss, it seems that Pu'er is moldy."

"Moldy? Then throw it away. "

Then a shop assistant in a uniform came out with a garbage bag.

Liu Fan's face brightened and he came to business.