Live Broadcast: Career Challenge, Starting With Moving Bricks On The Construction Site

Lin Shu was stunned for a moment.

When he heard the name of the reward, he always felt a little familiar.

After a while, wait until you have fully absorbed this skill.

Lin Shu almost choked to death on the foam in his mouth.

"Zongzi, is this a reward? Why? Let me get used to it in advance, sorting garbage, right?"

Half an hour later, Lin Shu started the live broadcast.

"Gu Moning, brothers."

As soon as Lin Shu said hello to the water friends, the barrage suddenly exploded.

This has never happened before.

Lin Shu curiously read the message they sent.

"Anchor, that scumbag named Liu Hong is dead."

"Damn it, I died in such a tragic way. I saw this news so early in the morning that I can't even eat breakfast now."

"I watched his live broadcast last night. I wanted to scold him a few words, but he ended up live broadcasting and jumping off the building in the middle of the night."

"I also saw the video posted by others. He looked like he was a little mentally disturbed."

"He said during the live broadcast that he was surrounded by people who were torturing him and forcing him to jump off the building."

"Aha! Is that scumbag finally getting his comeuppance? Let me celebrate with a bottle of champagne."

…

Lin Shu looked shocked.

"Isn't it? There is such a good thing...ah, no, such a tragic thing happened?

well! What a sin, poor Miss Chen Ling is finally out of the sea of ​​misery.

To commemorate this special day, I will add three braised eggs for lunch today. "

All water friends:......

"Without further ado, let's draw a profession first."

After more than ten seconds, the screen displayed:

Scrap collector.

Seeing this profession, Lin Shu felt no emotion at all.

After receiving today's reward, he knew that it would be related to waste products.

Ten minutes later, the program team sent a message.

Lin Shu looked at the address, changed his clothes before going out.

Northern suburbs.

Fortune scrap station.

After getting off the car, Lin Shu saw Xiao Hei standing at the door.

The two said hello and walked into the scrap yard.

A middle-aged man in his forties was busy sorting out the recovered things.

Xiao Hei stepped forward and called the boss.

"Boss, this is the player who came here to experience the profession. His name is Lin Shu."

The boss had a cigarette in his mouth. He turned around and looked at Lin Shu with a smile.

"Lin Shu, right? Hello, hello. Our work is dirty and tiring. You have to be mentally prepared."

Lin Shu also grinned, "Don't worry, boss, I've picked up all the shit, so sorting out the waste is nothing."

The three of them chatted for a while, then the boss got Lin Shu a pair of gloves and started working.

Lin Shu followed the boss to sort out different waste products.

Put the metal ones together and put the paper ones aside.

The two of them chatted while working.

"Boss, why is this place called the Fortune Scrap Station?"

The boss puffed out a cigarette and said, "Because my name is Wu Facai."

Lin Shu was startled, as if nothing was wrong.

"Boss, I'm actually quite curious. Is it profitable to recycle waste?"

The boss took a puff of cigarette and blew out a smoke ring before speaking slowly:

"Actually, I don't know if it counts as making money. After working for four years, I bought two houses and two cars in my hometown."

The corner of Lin Shu's mouth twitched, invisible pretense was the most deadly.

In the live broadcast room.

The water friends were not calm after hearing what the boss said.

"The one who stepped on the horse was tricked by the boss."

"I'll give this one a hundred and twenty points for pretending."

"I suddenly want to resign and open a scrapyard."

"It breaks my heart. I have worked hard for six years but I can't even afford a house. They collected scraps for four years and bought two houses and two cars."

…

Lin Shu worked with the boss for an hour, then went back inside to rest for a while.

Ten minutes later, the boss said to Lin Shu:

"Lin Shu, there is nothing to do in the scrapyard for the time being. Why don't you go out and recycle some things?"

"No problem." Lin Shu replied.

Seeing that Lin Shu had no objection. The boss went and drove a Sanbengzi over.

There is also a sign hanging on the car with the word "recycle" written on it. There is also a small speaker on the side.

Not surprisingly, when this small speaker is turned on.

It’s that familiar line:

High price recycling, refrigerators, computers, washing machines, induction cookers, electric fans, water heaters...

Later, the boss gave Lin Shu a notebook.

It records the recycling prices of various materials.

"Just visit a few nearby urban villages, don't go too far."

Lin Shu asked curiously: "Why? If you walk farther, wouldn't you be able to collect more?"

The boss chewed on his cigarette and grinned, "Because outside these urban villages, other people's territory belongs to others. If you go there, you are just stealing their business."

Lin Shu was stunned.

I didn’t expect that even if we collect scraps, we have to divide the territory.

After coming out of the scrap station, Lin Shu drove to a nearby village in the city.

"High price recycling, refrigerators, computers, washing machines..."

With the voice of this small speaker, Lin Shu only needed to walk around every alley.

After half an hour of shopping, Lin Shu recycled a total of eight kilograms of paper and a dozen plastic bottles.

Another ten minutes passed, while passing through one of the alleys.

An aunt stopped Lin Shu.

"That waste collector, please wait a moment."

Lin Shu stopped the car and looked over.

"Auntie, is there anything you need to take care of?"

The aunt said: "I have some cardboard and some bottles in my house. Wait for me here and I will go up and get them for you."

"Okay!" Lin Shu replied, drove over and parked downstairs to wait for her aunt to come down.

This wait lasted almost ten minutes.

Lin Shu even wondered if he was being tricked by his aunt.

Auntie finally came down.

She was holding the urea bag in one hand and the tied paper in the other. It was a bit difficult for her to go downstairs.

Lin Shu quickly stepped forward and took the things from her aunt's hand.

Burn the goose!

As soon as Lin Shu took these two things, he felt something was wrong.

One side is paper and the other side is plastic bottle.

Logically speaking, both of these are relatively lightweight things.

But Lin Shu felt heavy when he held it.

It completely exceeds the weight that these two things should have.

Lift things out and put them on the floor.

Lin Shu opened the urea bag and checked.

The aunt on the side saw this and said quickly:

"There are all plastic bottles inside, so don't look at them. Will Auntie lie to you about this? Hurry and weigh it. I'll have something to do later."

Lin Shu grinned, picked up the urea bag, and poured out the entire bottle.

Lin Shu was dumbfounded at this sight.

Good guy.

Seven or eight 1.2-liter Coke bottles were filled with water.

There was also a brick stuffed into a bottle of laundry detergent.

In the live broadcast room.

When water friends saw this situation, the barrage also started.

"This aunt is a cruel person! It's not enough to fill the bottle with water, you have to add a brick."

"Eight large bottles filled with water are heavier than one empty bottle of urea bag."

"Goose, goose, goose! I can think of filling a bottle with water, but that brick is really a bit much."

"Auntie is bullying the dog anchor because he is young, thinking he is easy to cheat. I never thought that the dog anchor is very semen."

"Haha! This is no longer a question of whether to lie or not. Auntie is treating the dog anchor as a fool."

…

Lin Shu smiled and looked at the aunt next to him.

"Auntie, there's a little too much ingredients in this."

The aunt immediately made a surprised expression.

"Oh, why is it filled with water? No wonder it's so heavy when I carry it. My eldest grandson must have put it in it. I'll take care of him when I get back. He's such a naughty kid."

Auntie's performance deserves an Oscar.

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