Richest Rag-picker-Chapter 49: No Need for Subtitles Anymore
However, Fang Chenyi couldn’t be bothered with what the three of them were thinking.
’Are you kidding me? What’s more important, money or face?’
’Is that even a question? Of course money’s more important. To put it bluntly but realistically, in today’s society, the only way to get that so-called "face" is to have money first.’
After a flurry of activity, Fang Chenyi finally stopped once he’d nearly filled an entire bag.
He spun around, grabbed the woven plastic bag, and strode toward his villa. Of course, as he left, he didn’t forget to tell the three dumbfounded onlookers not to clean up.
And just like that, the three of them watched in a daze as Fang Chenyi made three separate trips, finally clearing out all the junk, like the tattered cardboard boxes, from inside and outside the truck.
He lightly dusted off his hands and looked at the now-spotless truck bed, giving a satisfied nod.
Hopping out of the truck with the woven bag, he pulled the key to his Lamborghini from his pocket, opened the trunk, and casually tossed the bag inside.
Once that was done, he turned back to the two workers and pulled out his phone.
"Haha, thanks for your hard work, you two. Open up your QR codes. Come on, let me give you another little tip!"
THUD.
As soon as he said that, the two workers nearly fell flat on their faces.
’You spent all this time helping us clean up the trash in and around the truck, and in the end, *we’re* the ones who worked hard?’
They opened their mouths to speak, but before they could, Fang Chenyi’s expression hardened. "Hurry up. You looking down on me or something?"
Although Fang Chenyi’s actions seemed idiotic in their eyes—after all, helping others with their work and then paying them for it seemed like something only a simpleton would do—Fang Chenyi didn’t see it that way.
While it was true that the money he earned from picking up trash was his own—a secret profit from his own labor—he wasn’t a selfish person.
’In any case, the only reason I was able to make this money was because these two guys delivered it to me. Since I took the lion’s share, letting them have a little taste makes me feel better about it.’
The two men glanced at each other, then smiled and took out their phones.
WeChat Payment Received: 888 yuan.
WeChat Payment Received: 888 yuan. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Hearing the two consecutive payment notification sounds, the workers’ faces lit up with ecstasy.
’This trip was so worth it! First 666, now 888. In just a short time, we’ve each made 1,554 yuan!’
’It might not be a huge amount, but it’s free money!’
At this thought, the two men bowed repeatedly to Fang Chenyi in thanks. Not only that, but after learning that Wei Yilong’s entire truckload of spicy sticks needed to be unloaded, they immediately helped him unload it without a second thought.
After seeing the two men off with a chuckle, Fang Chenyi went straight back to his villa, with Wei Yilong following close behind.
"Boss, let me help you put this stuff away!"
Fang Chenyi glanced back at him and nodded briskly. "So-kah! Cannot-do-wa, must-go-dig-wa!"
’Maybe my brain is just too full of knowledge,’ he thought, as a long string of what sounded like Japanese involuntarily tumbled out of his mouth.
Hearing the string of gibberish, Wei Yilong was completely dumbfounded. He even started to stutter.
"B-Boss... A-are you speaking... Japanese?"
Since he’d already started, and especially after seeing Wei Yilong’s shocked expression, Fang Chenyi didn’t mind showing off a little more.
"So-kah, where-to-dig-wa potato, go-to-suburb-wa potato, dig-one-big-bag-wa, dig-one-big-bag-wa!"
Seeing that Fang Chenyi really could speak Japanese, Wei Yilong was utterly floored. But his next words almost made the smugly preening Fang Chenyi have an aneurysm.
The guy’s eyes went wide. He held his breath for a long moment before blurting out something that left Fang Chenyi speechless:
"Holy crap! Boss, you actually know Japanese? Does that mean... you can watch those ’special’ movies without subtitles???"
Those words nearly made Fang Chenyi throw out his back. ’What the hell, this kid is way more of a closet perv than he looks!’ he thought. He waved his hand irritably.
"Screw off! Go make all the beds in Villa One and Villa Two!"
Wei Yilong chuckled sheepishly. ’What’s there to be embarrassed about? I don’t believe for a second you haven’t enjoyed one of Maria’s cop-and-robber blockbusters! Or that you haven’t appreciated one of Tono Yui’s classroom tutorials!’
But seeing Fang Chenyi’s stern expression, Wei Yilong decided not to press the issue.
However, when he processed what Fang Chenyi had just said, he couldn’t help but swallow hard. GULP. ’Are you kidding me? A five-story villa like this has at least seven or eight guest rooms, not even counting the master bedroom. Running up and down, it would take me two hours at best to finish.’
"Uh... you want *all* of them made, Boss?"
"Of course! You take those two. When you’re done, I’ll treat you to a feast!"
Without waiting for a reply, he ignored Wei Yilong, picked up a stack of bedding, and walked straight into the master bedroom of Villa Three.
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Inside the master bedroom, a wicked smile crept onto Fang Chenyi’s lips as he looked at the soft, large bed. He tossed the sheets and duvet cover he was holding onto it, then pulled out his phone to check the time.
"Hehe, my little Hanhan should be getting out of class soon..."
At that thought, Fang Chenyi lost all motivation to make the beds in the other rooms. After quickly making the master bed, he hopped off it and headed out of the villa.
He closed the villa’s main door and got into his Lamborghini.
He stomped on the gas and sped off toward Yan University. Meanwhile, Wei Yilong, who was making a bed in Villa One, heard the distinctive roar of the sports car’s engine. He looked out the window in confusion, only to see the Lamborghini’s taillights disappearing into the distance.
When Fang Chenyi arrived in front of Bai Menghan’s classroom building, her class wasn’t over yet. With nothing better to do, he parked the sports car right in front of the building’s entrance. He then folded the woven plastic bag into the size of a briefcase and tucked it under his arm.
After checking to see that no one was around, he opened the car door, got out, and walked toward two rather secluded trash cans in the distance.
However, it seemed he had underestimated the appeal of a supercar. From a window in the academic building, two female students were leaning against the glass, staring at the silver-white sports car.
When they saw Fang Chenyi get out of the car dressed in a casual suit, the two girls couldn’t help but cover their mouths in surprise.
"Wow, he’s so handsome!"
"Yeah, and so stylish! Not only is he handsome, but he’s also rich. Look at that bag he’s carrying! I saw it during a fashion show once. It should be the latest model from Hermès, worth at least a hundred thousand yuan!"
But Fang Chenyi had no idea he was being secretly watched. He had already reached the trash cans.
He scanned the area and, seeing no one around, shook open the woven bag in his hand. Then, he reached inside, pulled out a trash grabber, and started picking through the nearby trash can.
[Ding! Special system reward triggered...]
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[To be continued...]
PS: Thanks to "A Star’s Constancy" for the 30 consecutive gifts of 100 book coins! And to "Sitting on a Grave Teasing Ghosts" for the 2 consecutive gifts of 100 coins.
