I Can Become a Treasure by Picking Up Garbage

Lin Hong smiled slightly: "You know, in China, guns are not allowed."

As Lin Hong approached step by step, Stick's mind collapsed and he raised his pistol and fired a shot directly at his head.

Blood splattered, but Lin Hong was still in place.

"died?"

The extremely **** scene made Lin Hong couldn't bear to look straight. To tell the truth, he had already called the police and was about to let the police come and take this man away, but he didn't expect it would develop like this...

Stick's body stimulated Lin Hong's nerves and made him feel sick.

With a teleportation talisman, he went back to school.

"Shu Yao, let's go..."

"Why is your face so pale?" Shu Yao found something wrong with Lin Hong.

Lin Hong smiled bitterly, he couldn't say that he just watched people commit suicide.

Exhale: "Let's go back."

"Ok."

Shuyao could see that Lin Hong's condition was a bit wrong, she was worried, but she couldn't ask anything.

He sent Shuyao home first, and then walked to the villa.

That day passed, almost died...

When I returned home, I saw my mother had stood up and was cooking in the kitchen, while the nanny he had invited was sweeping the floor in the living room.

Yesterday he got a pill that can cure his mother's illness.

Now that he saw his mother stand up again, a warm feeling was pumping from his heart.

"Son, your father really left this house?"

"Of course, when did I lie to you."

Lin Hong smiled slightly at the dinner table. Sometimes, simple lies can make people feel at ease.

In the evening, when he has nothing to do, he goes out to pick up trash.

Now he picks up **** is not without purpose, and looking for a nearby junkyard, it will be much simpler.

In this way, Lin Hong swept through the two waste stations and was about to go home but suddenly called.

"Hey?"

"Brother Lin..."

"Or is it about punching?"

"Yes, there is something for you to help me."

Hang up the phone, maybe there is one thing I can really let Zhang Kuang help me.

When he came to the street, he arrogantly said that someone would pick him up in a while.

More than ten minutes later, a car stopped in front of him.

"You are Mr. Lin Hong, please get in the car quickly."

After Lin Hong got into the car, the driver hurriedly stepped on the accelerator without daring to delay for a moment.

An underground black boxing is divided into VIP seats on the second floor and ordinary seats on the first floor.

At this moment, the arrogant man on the second floor only hoped that Lin Hong could come over quickly, otherwise, their Zhang Group would most likely go bankrupt overnight.

"Son, can your friend really beat him?"

"Definitely!"

Zhang Qingfeng exhaled: "That will put all the money on your friend for a while."

This is also a helpless move, and now they have lost too much, they can only give it a try.

He also tried to invite boxing champions nearby, but none of them were opponents.

On the ring, a blond foreign man raised his hands and stepped on the head of a Chinese man, laughing wantonly.

It's so easy, these Chinese people are like weak sheep to him.

"Who else, is there no one who can fight?"

McCain yelled, and the Chinese outside the ring followed suit.

Keep pressing this foreigner to win, let them make a lot of money, but under the arrogance of almost everyone, Zhang Qingfeng, the arrogant father, can only send another person to fight, and his heart is bleeding.

"I'm coming."

When the ring started again, the voice rang from behind Zhang Kuang, and Zhang Kuang looked in surprise, and it was Lin Hong.

He hurriedly stepped forward: "Brother Lin, trouble you, I will help you do it no matter what you ask for."

On the contrary, his father Zhang Qingfeng frowned as he watched Lin Hong.

Can he do it?

It's not that he looks down on Lin Hong, but Lin Hong is really thin and weak, and he is afraid that he will be defeated in one second in the ring.

This is the underground black fist, not a play house.

"Well, I'm going to prepare first."

Lin Hong nodded and went straight downstairs.

It's so late, it's better to finish the call earlier and go back sooner.

"Father, don't worry, Brother Lin will definitely do it."

Zhang Kuang said to his father, but his father sighed and shook his head with a wry smile.

Could it be that the Zhang Group, which has been in business for more than 30 years, will collapse today?

"Hahaha, aren't you afraid that I will punch you to death?"

On the ring, McCain laughed at Lin Hong, who was a head short in front of him and had no two or two tendons.

It's not just him, but the audience outside the ring is the same, putting money on McCain.

Can make a fortune again!

"If you want to fight, hurry up, I have something else."

Lin Hong frowned slightly and rubbed his fists.

McCain shook his head and stretched out a finger: "One punch, I can punch you into the hospital with one punch."

"With this kung fu nonsense, you have already punched."

Lin Hong's tone was extremely impatient. As the game started, McCain punched Lin Hong. As long as it hits, he believed that the Chinese guy in front of him could only spend the second half of his life in bed.

Lin Hong could not help frowning when he saw his cruelty.

Since you are so merciless, then I have no choice but to accompany you.

The same punch, unpretentious.

The fists of the two were struck together, Lin Hong's body shook slightly. Looking back at McCain, he knelt directly on the ground, clutching his arms and screaming.

The arm was deformed, and the fist was shattered.

How can it be?

He looked at Lin Hong's face, which was the face of a demon at this moment, deeply imprinted in his heart.

"McCain, what's wrong with you!"

Another foreigner climbed onto the ring and ran to McCain's side.

He was McCain's agent, and he was sweating anxiously when he saw McCain suffered such a serious injury.

"Mccain! McCain!"

He snarled at McCain who had fainted and was so injured that he might not be able to punch anymore.

Lin Hong ignored him, but was about to turn around and leave.

The audience in the audience roared, saying it was a fake fist, while Zhang Qingfeng in the second floor looked at Lin Hong differently, and breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Son, make good friends with you."

Kuang nodded, this is natural.

Lin Hong walked out of the boxing ring and sent a message to Zhang Kuang.

"Help me open a waste station, don't sell the garbage you collect."

After doing this, Lin Hong nodded in satisfaction.

In this way, you can do whatever you want with your golden fingers.

On the other hand, even though Zhang Kuang asked Lin Hong strangely, he had no choice but to agree.

The next day, Lin Hong came to the school, only to find that there were no classes in the morning. Just as he was about to go back, Zhang Yi hurried to the class.

"There are foreigners looking for fault in the gym, saying that China is a waste, and no one can beat it!"

"So crazy? Go over and see."

Most of the boys in the class ran out.

Shu Yao came to Lin Hong's side: "Let's go and have a look?"

Anyway, there was nothing to do, Lin Hong agreed, and then walked side by side with Shu Yao to the gymnasium.

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