Richest Rag-picker-Chapter 45: Putting Trash in a Lamborghini?

"Oh my god, what is that handsome guy doing?"

"Damn, is this dude really picking up trash? No way!"

"Oh my god, that’s such a wild move, picking up trash in a Lamborghini? Damn, when I get rich, I’m totally gonna do that too!"

Fang Chenyi was completely engrossed in the trash can before him, with no time to pay attention to the discussions of the people around him.

The constant stream of notifications appearing in his mind sent a thrill through him from head to toe.

[Host has collected one plastic box. System reward: 300 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

[Host has collected a stack of used A4 paper. System reward: 600 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

[Host has collected a set of worn-out College English Test Band 4 review materials. Special system reward triggered. Reward: CET-8 English Proficiency. The reward has been automatically delivered to the Host’s sea of consciousness. Please access it with confidence.]

As Fang Chenyi diligently wielded his trash grabber, he suddenly felt his head buzz and his body go into a daze. After about two seconds, his mind cleared up again.

As his mind cleared, Fang Chenyi felt as if something new had appeared in his head, and a phrase escaped his lips: "What’s wrong with me?"

’Holy crap! How did I just speak English?’ The words had barely left his mouth when Fang Chenyi’s mind reeled in shock. He knew his English was terrible. He had barely scraped by with a passing grade on the CET-4 exam back in the day.

So what was with that fluent English just now? How could that have possibly come from his own mouth?

The surrounding students watched in confusion as Fang Chenyi suddenly stopped moving, wondering what was wrong with the handsome guy.

Recalling the system notification from before, Fang Chenyi had a sudden realization. The system had triggered another special reward, and this time, it wasn’t a physical object either, but an English proficiency skill.

This actually wasn’t the first time he’d been rewarded with a skill. After all, along with the sports car from his first reward, Fang Chenyi had also received a sports car driving skill book.

Having figured it out, Fang Chenyi stopped dwelling on his newfound English proficiency. He shook his head and went back to picking up trash.

Glancing at the trash can, Fang Chenyi was surprised to find a huge stack of review materials lying inside. They all looked like they’d been thrown out by the same person.

Looking at the thick stack of materials in the trash can, Fang Chenyi’s heart pounded with excitement. He wondered if picking them all up would trigger another special reward.

At that thought, Fang Chenyi used his grabber to lift the entire stack of review materials and tossed it into his woven bag.

"Holy shit, this guy’s got some serious grip strength. He can lift that whole stack of paper?"

Before the system notification could sound in his mind, a surprised voice from nearby made Fang Chenyi freeze. He shook his head inwardly, cursing himself for being too hasty and forgetting people were watching. Even though the trash grabber could negate the weight of any object, it was best if no one else found out.

[Host has collected a set of worn-out Russian review materials. Special system reward triggered. Reward: Russian Proficiency. The reward has been automatically delivered to the Host’s sea of consciousness. Please access it with confidence.]

[Host has collected a set of worn-out Japanese review materials. Special system reward triggered. Reward: Japanese Proficiency. The reward has been automatically delivered to the Host’s sea of consciousness. Please access it with confidence.]

[Host has collected a set of worn-out Korean review materials. Special system reward triggered. Reward: Korean Proficiency. The reward has been automatically delivered to the Host’s sea of consciousness. Please access it with confidence.]

Just as Fang Chenyi was feeling a pang of regret, the system notifications sounded in his mind all at once. Before he could even process why he’d suddenly triggered three special rewards, his head buzzed again.

Fortunately, Fang Chenyi’s quick reflexes kicked in. He immediately used the trash grabber to prop himself up on the ground; otherwise, he would have definitely fallen over.

This time, it took a full five or six seconds for his head to clear. "What? So that’s how it is!"

Feeling several new languages suddenly crammed into his mind, Fang Chenyi was momentarily at a loss for words.

He shook his head hard, which helped clear his jumbled thoughts a bit. He then asked the system in his mind, ’System, what’s going on? Why did I suddenly get so many special rewards at once?’

[Ding! The consecutively collected review materials were discarded by a single person and were in one stack. The system has judged this as a single collection. Therefore, the four rewards are effectively one special reward.]

’Holy crap. It works like that? Did I just discover a system bug?’

While he was propped up by the grabber, all the girls around him grew nervous. They wanted to go over but were too shy, instead just chattering anxiously amongst themselves:

"Oh no, what’s wrong with that handsome guy?"

"Is my dream guy not feeling well?"

"Ah, I really want to go help him up."

This chatter only made the surrounding guys even more annoyed:

"Tch, so he’s just a paper tiger. All show and no go. Obviously, the bag of trash is too heavy for him to carry."

"Heh, definitely. Forget all the other stuff he picked up, that huge stack of papers alone would be heavy enough."

Fang Chenyi, who was busy wondering if he’d found a system bug, was startled by the voices next to him.

’Holy shit, after getting this treasure yesterday, I seem to have overlooked something important! I’ve been picking up trash this whole time, but the bag looks the same size from the outside. I know the bag recycles the trash directly, but other people don’t, do they?’

At this thought, beads of sweat began to form on Fang Chenyi’s forehead. He had been far too careless. He’d have to pay attention to this from now on and preferably come up with a plausible cover story.

With that in mind, Fang Chenyi turned around and, pretending to struggle with the woven bag, walked toward his sports car. After reaching the car’s front trunk,

using the trunk lid for cover, he once again feigned difficulty as he aimed the mouth of the bag at the car’s trunk.

"Damn! This rich guy isn’t actually going to dump all that trash into his supercar, is he?! What a sacrilege! A total sacrilege!"

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[To be continued...]