The system asks me to pick up trash

Xiao Yi's health is completely recovered.

The female captain of the police station discussed with him, and she must not let the murderous Young Master Long and his group go.

However, Young Master Long hid in the mountains and used the mountains as his base, so it was difficult to capture him.

Xiao Yi said:
"I run a business to see where I can catch the big fish."

Lei Daming naturally knew what kind of business Xiao Yi was running.

There was a weird smile on his face.

The female captain didn't know why, and asked Lei Daming:

"What business is it?"

Before answering, Lei Daming laughed out loud:

"Hehe, he picks up trash."

Unexpectedly, when the female captain heard it, she was greatly impressed:

"Okay, very good. It can cover the identity and detect the enemy's situation. It can kill two birds with one stone."

Xiao Yi rolled his eyes at Lei Daming:

"Look who said picking up junk is not a good job."

Then, the three planned a complete action plan.

In a small town at the foot of the mountain.

"Take it! Scrap copper and rotten iron, scrap newspaper!"

"Take it! Old clothes and trousers, rags!"

At the foot of the mountain, there are many ordinary mountain dwellers, so what kind of rich and noble people are there? Words such as refrigerators and color TVs disappeared from the copper speakers.

But people have discovered a phenomenon, the waste money paid by the tattered ones is more than that for new ones.

This allowed the ground snake to discover another source of scraping oil and water.

This guy who collects rags is rich.

So the first few people stepped forward:
"A management fee is charged!"

Xiao Yi asked curiously: "If you charge two junk, you also need to pay management fees? Isn't it too dark?"

Several people hummed:
"Black? Let me tell you, if you pay our 500 yuan protection fee, you don't have to hand it over to someone more black."

"Is there anyone darker than you? I'd like to see."

As Xiao Yi said, he turned his head away, as if he didn't pay these people protection money.

At this time, a group of three or four little beggars ran to Xiao Yi's side with small objects like popsicle sticks they had picked up.

"Uncle, you can take this and buy us a steamed bun."

Xiao Yi had never seen such a poor, dirty child in the city.

So he left the popsicle sticks and gave the three of them ten yuan each.

Xiao Yi looked at the figures of the three children running away, thinking that they could buy some steamed buns to eat.

Unexpectedly, there was a threat.

The three children were so frightened that they ran towards Xiao Yi again.

"Bring the money!"

Several big men in black threatened.

The three children opened their black and skinny little hands, and spread out the ten yuan that had been clenched into a ball.

"Brother, can you take half and leave us the other half?"

said the oldest of the three little beggars.

Snapped!
The big palm slapped the child's face, knocking the child to the ground.

"Little brat, you have learned to bargain with me, who taught you, you should fight!"

The child didn't even dare to cry.

He pursed his mouth, suppressing the crying in his heart.

My God, Xiao Yi really can't stand it anymore.

Can my own children suffer such beatings?
"I said, why do you show your power at a child? More children will not be able to withstand such a beating from you."

Standing in front of the child, Xiao Yi was very afraid that the child would be beaten again.

"The child in our hands, what's your business with picking up trash?" said the beating man in black.

"The three of them are all children in your hands?" Xiao Yi asked in surprise.

"Correct!"

The man in black didn't shy away at all, the mountains are high here and the emperor is far away, they have the protection of Young Master Long, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Xiao Yi turned around and asked the child who was knocked down:

"Who is he from you?"

"Brother!" the child said aggrievedly.