After being "talked to" by his greasy boss again, twenty-five-year-old Su He finally threw his work badge in his face. Unemployment? Nothing to be afraid of. A job in a garbage dump from another world fell from the sky - a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, two missions per month, no education requirements, and five insurances and one housing fund included. If the dog doesn't do it, I will do it.
It wasn't until she walked into the garbage dump for the first time that she understood what "the world is different". The piles of pink-skinned pigs exude the alluring aroma of meat; the half-rotten "mutated fruits" have flesh that is as translucent as amber when peeled off; and the spices that have been extinct on the Blue Star for thousands of years are dumped here as waste in baskets.
This is not a garbage dump, this is a treasure trove. Su He silently opened his personal space and started "picking up trash". Back in Blue Star, top-quality ingredients are sweeping the market, and getting rich overnight is just the beginning.
But the places where trash is being picked up are getting weirder and weirder. Copy world? Not being harmed as a dump employee? Isn't this just a tour at public expense? That's why I keep running into that man in military uniform. Lu Yan: You pick up your trash, and I'll chase my wife.
