Richest Rag-picker

Chapter 313: Chapter 310: A Shocking Calculation

Watching Liu Yishou get out of the car, Wei Yilong couldn’t help but ask, confused,

"Huh? Wait a minute. The boss is a grown man. Why’d he make you get out just so he can change his clothes?"

Liu Yishou and the other four, including Qi Xiaotian, had worked under Wei Yilong before. Seeing him now, they felt a sense of familiarity. Liu Yishou smiled and called out, "Brother Long," then fell silent, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, afraid someone might rush out and harm Fang Chenyi.

Seeing Liu Yishou’s serious demeanor, Wei Yilong decided not to bother him. He just waited helplessly for Fang Chenyi to change. ’Good thing the boss keeps clothes in his car,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, if he went live in just a tank top and shorts... Forget the shock value, he’d definitely get a reputation for being sloppy.’

Inside the car, Fang Chenyi was pulling out a suit and putting it on, muttering to himself, ’Looks like I really need to store more stuff in here from now on. You never know when you’ll need it.’

It was worth mentioning that the woven bag held a full ten cubic meters of space. Such a large area could hold a lot of things. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that even the storage pouches and whatnots from fantasy novels were nothing more than this.

It was just that Fang Chenyi had never paid much attention to this particular detail.

He finished dressing as he muttered to himself. When he stepped out of the car again, he had transformed into the spitting image of a dominant CEO. With his handsome features, complemented by a casual Louis Vuitton suit, he looked even more like a "dominant CEO" than the ones on TV.

"Holy crap, Boss! You can’t just do this to us! How are the rest of us supposed to get by when you look like that?"

Seeing how handsome Fang Chenyi looked, Wei Yilong was at a loss for words. The man was already good-looking enough, but now, dressed in this ridiculously stylish suit, he made everyone else fade into the background.

Fang Chenyi just chuckled at Wei Yilong’s comment and started walking toward the main stage. As he went, he asked:

"What time does it start?"

He rolled his eyes in resignation.

"9:58, Boss..."

Wei Yilong had told Fang Chenyi the time more than once, but the guy clearly hadn’t been listening or even tried to remember. Still, he was the boss, so all Wei Yilong could do was repeat it again.

Hearing this, Fang Chenyi nodded. He then unzipped a leather bag he was carrying, pulled out the woven bag, and walked toward the crowd.

Wei Yilong was dumbfounded at the sight. ’What’s going on? What’s he doing with that woven bag? He’s not really going to collect scraps, is he?!’

’Seriously, Boss! So many important leaders are coming! So many reporters are here! Have you decided to completely abandon your public image?!’

But Fang Chenyi paid him no mind. His trash grabber was already a blur of motion as he deftly picked up plastic bottles and empty boxes, tossing them one by one into his woven bag.

The weather today wasn’t exactly cool, and since the groundbreaking ceremony was being held outdoors, everyone had drunk quite a bit of water.

The crew members setting up equipment saw a handsome man in a sharp suit carrying a woven bag and picking up trash. They were speechless. ’What’s with this guy? Have junk collectors gotten this stylish?’

A few curious reporters, for reasons unknown, raised their cameras and started snapping photos of Fang Chenyi. CLICK! CLICK!

Of course, by this point, Fang Chenyi had already shooed Wei Yilong off to go prepare for the ceremony.

As a result, nobody there knew who Fang Chenyi was.

[Host has collected one plastic bottle. System reward: 100 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

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The system’s collection alerts chimed one after another in his mind, and Fang Chenyi found the sound incredibly soothing.

’Heh,’ he thought. ’If you had to ask me what the most beautiful sound in the world is, aside from Xiao Hanhan’s soft cries when we... "battle," it would have to be the chime of the system notifications.’

Thanks to Fang Chenyi’s efforts, it wasn’t long before the ground was clear of water bottles.

Some people who had been about to toss their empty bottles on the ground felt too ashamed to do so after seeing this man collecting them in the heat.

This, ironically, left Fang Chenyi a bit disappointed.

Luckily, by this time, it was already nine-thirty.

The various dignitaries had begun to arrive.

Just then, Wei Yilong ran up to Fang Chenyi’s side from the back and, under the stunned gazes of the crowd, pulled him backstage.

Seeing this, everyone grew curious. ’Why did the boss of this project just drag that junk collector away?’

Of course, since Wei Yilong had always been the public face of the operation, everyone except for a handful of insiders assumed he was the man in charge of the project.

"Boss, do you know what time it is? Can you please stop collecting your scraps!"

Wei Yilong dragged Fang Chenyi backstage and stared at the bulging woven bag, speechless for a moment.

Fang Chenyi, however, casually hoisted the woven bag onto his shoulder and said nonchalantly:

"Tch. You don’t know a damn thing. What’s wrong with me collecting scraps? If I didn’t collect scraps, do you think I’d have the wealth I have today?"

What Fang Chenyi said was completely true. His entire fortune was thanks to this woven bag. Without it, he’d probably still be working a nine-to-five job for three thousand yuan a month.

But his words went in one of Wei Yilong’s ears and out the other. After all, in his mind, there was no way to connect collecting scraps with such immense wealth.