Heron Island.

The end of the year is approaching, and the pedestrians on the streets are much sparser.

Even though the warm sun hung obliquely in the sky, the sea breeze swept wantonly, and it could not bring a little warmth to the city.

This was also the time when the city was at its most depressed.

On Zhongshan Road, there are only sporadic tourists left.

The vendors in the alleys, leaning on the carts, listlessly beckoned, and threw an empty mineral water bottle aside.

"Hey!"

A black shadow suddenly flashed, and with a sharp kick, he stepped on the empty bottle.

"Whew-"

All around, sighs of different heights rang out one after another.

Countless eyes converged, above that tall figure, religious, as if staring, a god.

Yes, he is the god of this street.

- Dream Red Dust.

No one knows where he came from, only that since he appeared, the daily income of every scavenger has begun to decline like an avalanche.

Hongchen leaned down gently, gently picked up the bottle that had been stepped on, poured it with his hand, poured out the remaining liquid, and threw it into the woven bag behind him.

There is a faint taste, tempered by thousands of tempers.

"Bang dang...... Bang Dang ......"

Hongchen turned around numbly, dragged the woven bag and left into the distance, leaving only a majestic back, accepting everyone's worship.

Although he seems to be calm on the surface, in fact, he is extremely apprehensive inside.

Just because ...... There are so few bottles.

A bottle costs five cents, and the cardboard carton is a little more expensive, but it is not much more expensive, and the scattered things picked up in the morning add up to 50 yuan at most, except for food, there is basically not much left.

The scavenger is the identity of Hongchen in reality.

But on the Internet, his name is even more famous than 99% of authors.

Because he is galloping, he is the god of countless authors.

As long as it is a book that he values, he can spend a lot of money without hesitation.

In the galloping red envelope area, you can often see his active figure, he is calm and calm, and is considered to be the biggest local tyrant in galloping, which has attracted the pursuit of countless authors.

However, the recent red dust is a bit distressing.

Just because of a book he wrote, it was sealed by Gallop.

This also means that a month's hard work and a full attendance bonus of several hundred yuan are gone.

What made him most angry was that this matter, galloping was very inauthentic, just one day before the end of the month, his book was sealed, and the efforts of the previous twenty-nine days were all in vain!

You know, in order to complete the set number of words every day, he sacrificed an unknown amount of time to pick up bottles.

"Hey—"

Hongchen shook his head bitterly.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, it is the off-season of the day, tourists should eat and drink, or have already gone to other attractions, need to wait until the evening, the street, will be lively again.

After thinking about it, Hongchen still dragged the woven bag back to the bridge cave, and waited until it was dark before starting the struggle at night.

……

Qiaodong is the base of many waste pickers.

Based on the law of the jungle of survival of the fittest, Hongchen, as the king of scavenging, has an exclusive territory in the innermost bridge hole.

"Hongchen, are you back?"

"How's it going this morning?"

"Yo, that's a lot."

Seeing Hongchen come back, countless people suddenly came out from all corners and looked at him with envy.

What he is not satisfied with is what many people are desperately desired.

Hongchen's face was indifferent, but he still tightened the woven bag behind him, and his steps sped up...... The woven bag bumped into the ground and made a violent sound.

An imperceptible smile appeared on his face.

He kept looking around, nodded, and pretended to be calm: "It's okay, maybe you can exchange it for fifty yuan!" ”

"Okay! There were fifty in one morning, and it was estimated that three thousand in a month. ”

"Make a living, make a living."

Hongchen waved his hand, met everyone's admiring gaze, and returned to the base.

Throwing the woven bag aside, Hongchen burrowed back into the quilt again, and a few shabby and thin cotton wool beds were the only thing he relied on to survive the long night.

His hand quietly reached into the quilt, kept tinkering, and finally took out three or four mobile phones and logged in to the galloping APP in turn.

Looking at the updated books, he had a satisfied look on his face.

It was the most pleasant time of his day.

I saw his hands flying, constantly switching between accounts, rewarding a coin for this book, and at the same time going to the comment area of another book to post a few pictures of beautiful women.

By the way, I also went to the red envelope area to send a few red envelopes, and I galloped ......

After doing everything, he took out a thick notebook from under his clothes, bit the tip of the pen, and recorded the inspiration that came to him on the way to scavenging.

The thick notebook has long been rolled up, densely filled with various fonts, and a satisfied smile appears on Hongchen's face as he looks at the inspiration that continues to appear on the tip of the pen.

At this moment, a mobile phone next to him suddenly began to vibrate.

——is the system prompt of Penguin software.

Hongchen's face showed a slight blankness.

- He knew that no one would contact him, except for the Penguin software, the various readerships.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed by the sudden interruption of inspiration, but he pulled out his phone and looked up the information.

In addition to a few groups that are active every day, unexpectedly, there is also a small horn that beats non-stop.

- Someone is requesting a friend application.

"Lao Tzu is so poor, there are still people who want to cheat me out of money?"

Hongchen shook his head helplessly, since the rise of WeChat, penguins have become a concentration of fraud, this suddenly lit up prompt, according to Hongchen's judgment, basically can't get rid of fraud and emotion.

Although Hongchen does have this appeal, he can't cheat him out of his money.

In desperation, Hongchen still clicked on the system message.

"Coffee porridge...... Asking to be added as a friend? ”

Looking at the familiar avatar, Hongchen couldn't help but be a little stunned.

It's not that he doesn't know coffee, if Hongchen's name is because of the red envelopes and resounding throughout the gallop, then coffee is relying on strong human feelings and sophistication, and he is invincible all over the gallop.

Although she also grabs red envelopes, she may be one of the only authors who will read other people's books seriously and leave comments seriously.

- Although, she also pounced.

However, like Hongchen, coffee is also mixed in the major author groups, and she can be seen in almost every group.

This is also where Hongchen admires her.

Can grab red envelopes, can wet the rain and dew, can complete the daily code word task, and at the same time can take care of their own work...... Although Hongchen doesn't know what her job is.

But if he can do this part of time management, Luo Zhixiang may only be willing to bow down.

However, the two are not familiar with each other.

In other words, in the mixed groups, the two did not actually intersect.

However, Hongchen still gave her at least support when the new coffee book was on the shelves, and even helped her send a few red envelopes.

- Picking the door for coffee, and even reluctant to give red envelopes to his books.

That's all.

- It's just that she suddenly added herself as a friend, and why?

Hongchen's brow furrowed slightly.

His instincts tell him that coffee is not about pleasing himself and getting more out of himself.

Although such an author, Hongchen is not unseen.

Still, he clicked through.

"Hello, Red Dust Boss."

As soon as it passed, the coffee sent a greeting.

“？”

"Let me introduce myself first, I'm coffee, and I've met you in several groups, but I don't know if you have no impression?"

- Familiar routines.

Hongchen's face showed a slight disdain.

"I don't know, if you are interested in writing a book, rest assured, the conditions are good, and you will be satisfied."

Hongchen was stunned for a moment.

What does this magical plot mean?