On the street again, Hong Fu's eyes lit up, and he saw an old man picking up things, following behind the old man, and then looking at him, picking up some plastics, papers, and even some worn-out books and glass bottles.

Hong Fu followed the old man to a scrap yard, watched the old man sell the things and then received the money, although it was not much, only a dozen yuan, but it also allowed Hong Fu to find a way out.

A day later, a small figure shuttled through the streets and alleys of Fudu City, and every garbage can was the object of his patronage.

"Well, yes, ten bucks. In the evening, Hongfu sold the scrap and said happily.

"Kid, you can go to the garbage dump too. The uncle who collected the waste said kindly.

Hong Fu nodded gratefully, "Thank you." ”

Half a month has passed, Hong Fu is also used to the current life, and has also found a place to live, an urban village, a small dark house of only ten square meters, that is, a veritable haunted house here, Hong Fu did not hesitate to live in.

"Did you hear that? That haunted house is inhabited?"

"Yes, I heard that he is a little Taoist. ”

"Where is like a Taoist priest, it's not like picking up rags every day. ”

"The child is pitiful enough, don't say it. ”

"Alas. ”

Hong Fu got up early in the morning and exercised for a while, "Where are you going today? I heard that the World Trade Center has held a meeting recently, go there and have a look, maybe there are good things, and you can pick up a few books." ”

Immediately, he took two bags and put them into his worn-out backpack, and set off majestically, heading towards the city center, and his back under the morning sun was very long.

"Not bad. Looking at the huge, towering building, Hong Fu looked up and praised.

"Today's harvest is definitely good. Hong Fu slowly wandered around the building, picking up some plastic bottles from time to time.

In the Fudu Urban Management Bureau, a big fat man stood on a high platform, holding a big belly, a big back, a crossed waist, and a spitting speech.

"Convey the instructions of the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government, and hold an economic exchange meeting in the city center, our bureau has a heavy responsibility, and after research, it has decided to come up with the following plan: First, comprehensively rectify the small merchants and hawkers, and return the blessing to the clean. Two, expel those who beg, if necessary, ahem. Third, for those who pick up waste, persuade them to leave, and they can be brought back. Four.

"If there is no problem, let's go. The director of the urban management bureau waved his hand vigorously.

Hong Fu didn't know the movements of the Urban Management Bureau, and was happily picking up things, otherwise he would temporarily avoid the limelight, and his family could not stand the toss.

"I don't know what's going on at home, it seems that I need to get a computer and learn computer knowledge. Hong Fu looked at the banner under the building, so-and-so company, so-and-so group, and thought in his heart.

When Hongfu was out of his mind, he felt his eyebrows beating, it's over, won't he come again, but don't be a big flower pot, Hongfu felt his eyebrows beating, and said with a bitter face.

After a while, I felt fine, I was puzzled, I pinched my fingers, and frowned: "There is actually an urban management bureau, villain, it seems that it is today's little difficulty, alas, it is ruined." Looking at the half-bag of waste in my hand, it's a pity.

Although Hong Fu can calculate, with the help of his own heavenly eye, it can be said that he is invincible, but he can't leak a little, even good things are turned into bad things, and he knows in his heart that it's another thing.

It didn't take long for many people in uniform to appear on the streets, and it was none other than the famous overseas chengguan army.

Give me 3,000 city management, restore my mighty China, point to the west of Tianshan, and step on the north of the Black Sea; Zhanggong on Lake Baikal and enjoying snow on Sakhalin Island; Visiting the Indochina Peninsula and worshipping ancestors in the ruins of Tokyo.

China's urban management is invincible, seeing God killing God, seeing Buddha killing Buddha. Punch the princes of Europe and kick the Citi of North America. The upper can fight the plane, and the lower can be the second tank. Go to the sea to destroy the aircraft carrier, fly into the sky and hit the satellite.

China's chengguan is a paramilitary organization secretly developed in China, which manages cities in peacetime and exercises guerrilla tactics; In wartime, they can be incorporated into the regular army. It is an excellent reserve army that can charge, reconnoitre, guerrilla, endure hardships, endure hardships, and fight.

The Pentagon secretly reported that China's chengguan team is a terrible paramilitary organization with great potential to fight around the clock with a single broken van or pickup truck (China solemnly promises not to be the first to use chengguan externally).

Ahem, of course, a rat poop spoils a porridge, and you can't beat these chengguan to death with the actions of some people.

"Alas, Brother Wang, I really don't understand. "A young city pipe.

"If you don't understand, we can only listen to the above, who wants to do this thankless job. "Another city manager Wang Ge said.

"There's one there, let's go, it's not easy to have a better attitude. Brother Wang patted the young man on the shoulder and said.

"Well, this damn fat man. The young man followed, muttering.

Hong Fu watched the two of them come over and took out the contents of the bag.

"Wait a minute, I'll clean up. Then I picked out some valuable, as well as the two books I had picked up and some paper, rolled up the bag, and put it in the bag.

The two city managers quietly watched Hong Fu pack up his things and didn't bother, looking at his little body, he couldn't help but curse his mother in his heart, this damn world.

"Let's go, you're good. Hong Fu packed up and said indifferently.

"Hmm. The two chengguan felt strange, how could they be obedient.

got into the car, Hong Fu sat in the back, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he said in his heart: "Let the master break the money, the master will make you uneasy." ”

"However," looking at the two people in front of him, "these two people are good, they don't have a corpse vegetarian meal, and they oppress the people." ”

"Little brother, where are your parents?" asked Brother Wang, who was driving the car.

"What about home?" Hong Fu said indifferently as he looked out the window.

"What about you?" Brother Wang thought that the child was an orphan, but he didn't expect that there were parents.

"I know what you mean, I see that you are a good person, so I will tell you, my parents are healthy, the family has their own company, my grandfather is retired at the ministerial level, my uncle is the mayor, as for why I came here, doing this, and practicing, it is because I was born with a bad life, for this matter, I have gone to the underworld and blackmailed the king of Hades, but I have to solve it myself. Don't believe me?"

Looking at the disapproving expressions of the two, Hong Fu smiled and said, maybe he hasn't spoken for too long, and he still has the mentality of a child, he is only thirteen years old, and he can't change his temperament.

"You, Wang Li, he, Ren Wen. Hong Fu pointed to the two of them.

"I saw the guy on the side of the road, he would turn left for a while, and then he would bump into a woman, and the woman was his classmate, and then, they talked, and went into the café for coffee, and they got married three months later. ”

Eh, the two people in front of them looked at each other, although they didn't believe it, but they still looked at the man, turned the corner, met the woman's conversation, Brother Wang was dazzled, drove the car, and followed them into the café.

"This. The two of them were shocked, is this still the earth? Looking at Hong Fu's eyes, he was disbelieving, suspicious, and incredible, awe-inspiring, and extremely complicated.