Chapter 50 Picking up trash

Cong Chun, carrying a package, walked through the lobby, preparing to return to his room.

I happened to run into Butler Chen. Butler Chen has been very busy these past few days worrying about the birthday banquet, and he looks much older.

Cong Chun felt sorry for the old man and often helped Butler Chen.

He was literate and helped Steward Chen check and organize some of the Duan family's expense bills, so that Steward Chen wouldn't lose his eyesight as he got older.

Tomorrow, Madam Yun's birthday banquet will be held.

When Butler Chen saw Cong Chun carrying the express delivery box, he spoke up with a smile.

He really liked Cong Chun; who wouldn't like a pretty and sensible child?

"Xiaochun, the young master isn't home. Take a day off and don't overwork yourself."

"Although the young master has a bad temper, he is not a bad person at heart."

Cong Chun thought about Duan Mingxiao for a moment. The young master was actually very nice. He gave him a cell phone, cooked steak and peeled grapes for him, and even watered his flowers.

The only downside is that she likes to trick him into kissing her for no reason, and sometimes bites his lips until they hurt a little.

The next second, Butler Chen saw that Cong Chun was carrying a large box in his arms, and he didn't know what was inside.

Cong Chun's cheeks were covered in sweat, his hair hung down on his forehead, and he couldn't help but start nagging again.

"You child, there's nothing for you to do today, don't rush."

"Your face is covered in sweat. It's so hot today. Remember to drink water later."

Cong Chun paused for a moment, pursed his lips, and his eyes lingered slightly.

The familiar words made the person in front of him gradually overlap with the figure deep in his memory; someone had said these words to Cong Chun before.

Cong Chun was speechless for a moment and could only nod.

During the conversation, Cong Chun unexpectedly learned that Duan Mingxiao's birthday was also not far away, just a week later.

On the street at dusk.

A thin boy, dressed in simple clothes, appeared around the trash can carrying a bag of urea.

Cong Chun only had seventy yuan left.

The salary should be settled next month.

Cong Chun thought about it for a while in the afternoon and realized that he could collect some scrap metal and sell it for money.

After talking with Butler Chen in the afternoon, Cong Chun realized that he urgently needed money.

Wearing disposable gloves, Cong Chun collected some empty mineral water bottles from the trash can.

Some bottles still had unfinished drinks inside, which Cong Chun took to a nearby public restroom to empty them, then washed them before putting them in a bag.

After picking for a while, Cong Chun's back was covered in sweat.

He thought of the express delivery box that Luo Luo had sent him; he could collect it and sell it for money.

The package hasn't been opened yet. Luo Luo said he'd video call her to watch him unpack it, so Cong Chun just left it in the corner of the room for now.

Although Cong Chun kept glancing at the packages in the corner, he refrained from doing so and waited for Luo Luo to come online before opening them.

Cong Chun carried an extra bag of urea he had brought from home, which already contained more than a dozen empty bottles.

A moment later, the boy stopped.

Their eyes gleamed as they landed on the shop window at the entrance of a store.

A beautifully crafted red toy car was displayed in the shop window.

Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun's gaze fell on the price tag on the front of the car, and a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

This car model is very expensive; it costs a full 50,000.

Cong Chun only had seventy yuan and eighty cents in his pocket.

He collected bottles for ten years and still couldn't earn 50,000 yuan.

Cong Chun walked away silently; he simply couldn't afford to buy the model car to give to the young master.

The boy was carrying a bag of urea and walking down the street picking up trash as he went.

At that moment, a low-key Maybach pulled up to the side of the road.

The car window rolled down.

Cong Chun seemed to hear someone talking to him.

Cong Chun looked up and saw that it was Lu Tinglan, whom she had met not long ago.

The man got out of the car and came to Cong Chun's side, his tone gentle but with a hint of surprise.

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Cong Chun also greeted Lu Tinglan.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Tinglan took the initiative to invite Cong Chun to get in the car, saying that he would give him a ride back to the Duan family.

Cong Chun came to the city by bus.

However, he did not agree to Lu Tinglan's request, since they were not very familiar with each other.

Besides, I had just finished picking up trash, and I was all dirty.

Cong Chun waved his hand.

"Thank you, but I plan to take the bus home later."

Lu Tinglan sighed helplessly.

The next second, however, he turned to look at Cong Chun with a smile, his eyes slightly curved at the corners, his raven feathers long and delicate.

"There are a lot of people in the city center, so the bus will probably take a long time to arrive at this time."

Cong Chun looked somewhat hesitant after hearing this.

The man in front of her leaned down and met Cong Chun's gaze. He parted his thin lips slightly, his tone carrying a hint of seduction.

"Be good, listen to me, okay?"