Richest Rag-picker-Chapter 44: 100 is Meat, Too; An Ant Isn’t Picky
After hanging up, Selena turned to the management team in the conference room, a look of confusion on her face. After a moment of thought, she asked a question that left everyone at a loss for words:
"I have a question for you all. What does ’yù~~’ mean?"
Hearing Selena’s vivid imitation, the people below were momentarily stumped. They couldn’t very well say that ’yù’ was the sound you make to stop a pack animal, could they?
Seeing them all just looking at each other without a word, Selena’s brow furrowed slightly. She pointed at the nearest female manager and demanded, "You. Tell me what it means."
Having been called on by the boss, the female manager had to speak up, whether she wanted to or not. Fortunately, she was quick-witted. "President, that sound, ’yù~’... in Huaxia, it represents a valiant knight on his warhorse, slowly reining it to a halt after a heroic charge across the battlefield."
Upon hearing the female manager’s answer, the other executives couldn’t help but give her a thumbs-up.
"Oh? A valiant knight, charging across a battlefield?"
Selena’s face flushed slightly at the thought. She secretly began to wonder what the boss could have meant by that. Could it be...
’He’s trying to say that he’s the valiant knight charging across the battlefield, and I’m the warhorse beneath him? If that’s the case... does the boss want to... charge around with me?’
’Considering the boss even took a fancy to a junior shop clerk, it’s totally believable that he’d want to flirt with me a little.’
’It just doesn’t quite match the information I have on him. Still, the new boss is so handsome and rich... getting to ’charge around’ with a boss like that would actually be a pretty great thing.’
She shook her head, pushing the exciting thoughts away. After composing herself, she put on a stern face again and addressed the room.
"Alright, let’s continue the meeting!"
...
After hanging up on Selena, Fang Chenyi turned the steering wheel and started the car again.
He needed to head back to his villa. The bedding he’d ordered was going to be delivered soon.
He had to get the villa set up quickly so he could go back to his hometown and bring his parents and sister over.
He imagined how overjoyed his parents, who had worked hard their whole lives, would be when they saw how successful he’d become.
Of course, he wasn’t worried about his parents questioning the source of his money. The system had already arranged everything. All he had to do was go online, show his parents his profile, and they would surely be reassured.
After all, he had "picked up" all this money with his own abilities.
As he drove, Fang Chenyi’s mind started to wander:
’Hmm, as I recall, Dad has always loved cars. He’d have been happy with even a beat-up, secondhand minivan. He even went out of his way to get his driver’s license when I was just a kid.’
’But even though he had the license, the dream of buying a car never came true. To this day, all Dad has is a three-wheeled farm vehicle.’
’Heh heh, well, I’ll have to get a car for him then.’
’As for Mom, I can’t remember her ever being particularly fond of anything. I’ll just give them some money and let the two of them drive around and see the great sights of our country.’
’And my little sister, Fang Jinjin, is still a senior in high school, about to go to college. As for material things, it’s best to wait until after her college entrance exams are over.’
As he was driving and planning, Fang Chenyi’s eyes suddenly scanned over a row of trash cans up ahead.
He slammed on the gas, and the Lamborghini shot forward like a ferocious beast, startling the many students who saw it.
This was especially true for two guys standing not far from the row of trash cans. Seeing the Lamborghini hurtling toward them, they quickly scrambled a few steps to the side.
"Holy shit! What’s going on? Why the hell is it coming right for us?"
"No idea! I don’t know anyone that badass. You think he’s drunk?"
Just as the two were muttering to each other, the Lamborghini pulled to a stop in front of the trash cans not far from them.
The door opened, and a guy in a casual Armani suit—who was also handsome as hell—stepped out of the car.
Seeing this, the girls looking over couldn’t help but cover their mouths in astonishment.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! He’s so handsome!"
"Ahh! It’s over, it’s over! I think I’m in love!"
"What a dreamboat! Does anyone know what department he’s in? I have to go after him!"
However, the guys nearby had the exact opposite reaction to the girls.
"Damn it! It’s one thing to be that rich, but why do you have to be so handsome, too? He’s not even leaving the rest of us the scraps!"
"Tell me about it! Being handsome is one thing, but why does he have to be so rich, too? That supercar is a Lamborghini Sesto Elemento, worth over twenty million RMB! Don’t ask me how I know. Can I just say, goddamn it, that car is identical to my computer wallpaper!"
Although there were many students around and some of their chatter reached Fang Chenyi’s ears, he was so drawn by the long row of trash cans that he chose to ignore everyone.
Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding students, Fang Chenyi, with a faint smile on his lips, strode handsomely to the trunk of his supercar, bent down, and reached inside.
The students around him had a moment of realization. Ah, so the handsome guy was just throwing out some trash.
But before that realization could fully sink in, their eyes went wide in shock.
The reason was simple: the handsome guy in the Armani suit bent down and pulled a woven sack and a trash grabber out of the Lamborghini’s trunk.
That wasn’t even the most shocking part. The most shocking part was that after taking out these two items, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then... and then... he actually started walking straight toward the row of trash cans.
On his way to the cans, he even skillfully used the grabber to snatch up a plastic water bottle someone had dropped on the ground, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it accurately into his woven sack.
[Host has picked up one plastic bottle. System reward: 100 RMB. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank account. Please check your balance.]
Hearing the system’s notification in his mind, the curve of Fang Chenyi’s lips tilted even higher. For someone of his current net worth, a hundred RMB was nothing, but he still felt a sense of delight.
After all, every little bit helps, no matter how small.
[To be continued...]
P.S. Brothers, Fang Chenyi is about to go trash-picking again. What do you guys think we should have him pick up this time?
