I Feed My Family by Collecting Trash, and My Down Payment Has My Dad Going Wild

“Dad, I spent a whole month collecting bottles to buy you these leather shoes. Don't wear them out too fast!”

Jiang Mengmeng looked at her destitute dad in his ripped undershirt, and tears streamed down her face.

Jiang Dacheng, godfather of the global underworld, clutched the cheap plastic shoes his daughter had bought him for 9.9 yuan, his hands trembling with emotion.

That night, wearing the plastic shoes, he crushed a multinational financial empire's defense system with a single kick.

Facing the enemy nation's trembling leader, he coolly brushed dust off his shoe. “Watch what you're doing! If you damage the limited-edition shoes my daughter gave me, your whole clan couldn't afford to pay me back!”

In her previous life, she had been scorned by a wealthy family and died horribly. Reborn on the day her birth family came to claim her, Jiang Mengmeng immediately climbed over a wall and latched onto the leg of a poor dad riding a beat-up electric scooter on the street corner.

She swore that in this life she'd work hard collecting trash and protect this struggling family!

Little did she know that the slum she imagined was actually the global villains' headquarters!

Her gentle, virtuous mom? Actually, a top assassin who could wield a scalpel like a flying blade!

Her frail, sickly genius older brother? Actually, a hacker god who could bring Wall Street crashing down with a few keystrokes!

Her honest, ordinary older brother, an auxiliary police officer? Actually, the underground power broker who gave Interpol a headache!

To play along with Mengmeng's “poverty relief script,” the whole family had to put on an act every day.

Assassin Mom: “Oh dear, these ribs are so hard to chop.” (With her other hand, she cleaved the corner off a titanium alloy table.)

Hacker Older Brother: “Cough, cough. Mengmeng, your brother is too weak to carry bricks.” (Behind the scenes, he controlled a drone and bombed his enemy's base flat.)