Chapter 1 (1/2)
”Collecting rags Pick up the rags... ”
In the street with the sunset and the afterglow of dusk, a handsome young man pedaled a worn-out tricycle with creaking and creaking sound, walking in the streets and alleys, constantly shouting something in his mouth.
”Xiaoming, here...” A curly haired woman heard the sound and waved to the young man with a bag of bottles.
”OK.” A happy young man, struggling to pedal a creaking tricycle to meet the past.
”Auntie Li, plastic bottles are 10 cents, 32 bottles are 3 yuan and 20 cents, and an oil barrel is 2 yuan. It's five yuan and twenty cents in total.”
With that, the young man took out a crumpled five yuan and two dimes from his tightly sewn purse and handed it to the curly haired lady.
”Just five yuan.” The woman with curly hair was also very generous, so she charged five yuan.
”Thank you.”
The young man bowed to thank him and collected the two cents. Then he waved goodbye and rode away on a tricycle.
The young man's name is Jiang Ming. He is 25 years old. He has a primary school education. As for his occupation To put it mildly, it will be called ”urban waste recycling personnel”, and the direct point is ”collecting rags”.
Jiang Ming looked down at the two dimes in his hand, weighed it, and laughed at himself. ”Before, I didn't bow down with a dollar on the ground. I didn't expect that now I'm humbled for a mere 20 cents. Life.”
He used to be a professional player. At the age of 15, he crossed the wall and entered the Internet cafe. He played many games, such as wow, red police, CS, crossing the fire line and glory, and made great achievements.
In order to play a game, he stayed up late to eat instant noodles. He was famous at school at the age of 16. He won the final championship of the League of heroes at the age of 17. He was invited to join the Yanluo guild, which ranked 10th in Hualong country.
For five years, he led all the members of Yama guild to stand on the top of the whole Hualong kingdom.
Twenty three years old
Jiang Ming shakes his head, puts 20 cents in his pocket, takes out a package of cheap cigarettes, lights one, breathes and puffs smoke, hums songs, pedals his bicycle, and continues to shuttle through the streets.
What is the use of heaven and earth? What's the use of Fengyue if you can't sit on the quilt? You can't eat. What is the use of fine dust? What is the use of all things? Taoism is its own way. What's the use of face wall? What's the use of a stick? A big bag. What's the use of giving birth to me? What's the use of killing me if you can't laugh? No less arrogance. Where does it come from? In the world of the same birth, music and song, travel all over the road. ?
thousands of miles away, you can't find it. It's better to meet me and smile.
after thousands of years of traveling in the sky with straw shoes and bamboo hat, we can forget both things when we are walking in song. ?
ha! Ha! Ha! Free and carefree I don't care!
……
This song comes from the famous writer who is now. Many years have passed. Although it belongs to an old song, Jiang Ming has a special love for this song.
He especially yearned for the unrestrained and free life.
Now, although he is free, he is not free. In this society, if there is no money, he will starve to death, or be bound by money, which is not really carefree.
In fact, there are reasons why he collects rags. First, he is more free. He shuttles through the streets without any control. Although he will suffer from a lot of white eyes, the second is that his hands are no longer able to work. Even if he holds the mouse for a while, he will feel pain. No company wants him at all.
And this job, he only needs to use a roller skating equipment can take office, does not need to put a lot of force.
”Ah Business is so bad today. ”
As it was getting dark, he looked back at the ”goods” on the tricycle. He lit a cigarette again and shook his head helplessly.
After a while, the business was still bleak, so he had to sell the ”goods” on his car, and then he pedaled the tricycle, listened to the ”pleasant” voice from the tricycle, ate two steamed bread bought for one yuan, and drove towards the slum.
……
A helicopter flying in the air over H city suddenly exploded and landed in an open area of H city.
At this time, in a closed conference room in H City, a middle-aged man in a suit hung up the phone in his hand, and said coldly to the seven or eight people on the scene, ”they were attacked and the helicopter exploded. Now send someone to look for the potion for me. All the researchers have disappeared, and the development method has been broken. You should know that This is the only medicine in the world. We must find it for Laozi. ”
”Yes.”