Chapter 3

"Recycling successful, wealth value +4!"

Before he could even wipe his pants, another message appeared in his mind.

Chen Muyu closed his eyes, watching helplessly as the enamel teacup turned into a beam of white light and flew directly into the mountain of garbage in his mind, disappearing.

Really recycled?

Looking at the tea leaves and water stains on his shorts, Chen Muyu was dazed for a long time.

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Name: Chen Muyu

Age: 22 Earth years

Identity: Owner of the Multiverse Junk Recycling Station

Number of Recyclers: 0

Wealth Value: 104

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At this point, Chen Muyu began to understand that the Multiverse Junk Recycling Station was similar to a real-world recycling station.

As the owner of the recycling station, he was responsible for recycling all kinds of junk. The system would recycle these items and pay him the corresponding wealth value.

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"Is it like this?"

Chen Muyu looked at the furniture in his room, his eyes becoming somewhat eager.

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"WEIHUA10 phone, completeness 70%, recyclable..."

"Changhong 29-inch color TV, completeness 50%, recyclable..."

"Men's briefs, completeness 5%, recyclable..."

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Ten minutes later, the room was empty!

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Wealth value increased to 2000!

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"Mom, a little loss!"

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Looking at the almost empty room, Chen Muyu shrank his neck. It was a good thing his parents didn't live here; otherwise, they would have definitely beaten him to death.

Although this ability came somewhat unexpectedly, Chen Muyu was still as excited as a child. If it weren't for the fear of disturbing the neighbors, he really couldn't help but want to shout a few times.

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"Ding!"

Just as Chen Muyu was excited, his phone rang again.

He picked it up and frowned slightly.

The call was from his father, asking if he was awake and telling him to hurry back to the station to help.

Chen Muyu hung up the phone, didn't take a shower, and put on a random piece of clothing before rushing downstairs.

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The family's recycling station was on Yingchun Road near the North Gate, not far from the old bus station in the north of the city.

The recycling station wasn't very large, located in a small street-front factory building that used to belong to the Jinghua Tile Factory, making it convenient for access.

Qingshan City was known as the Porcelain Capital of West Sichuan, famous for its porcelain and paper industries. In recent years, the city had placed more emphasis on the environment, and all the tile factories in the city had been relocated to Huangtupo in the western suburbs. The family rented this place, made some simple renovations, and opened the recycling station.

Blue Sky Junk Recycling Station.

The name was given by Chen Muyu's grandfather, representing clarity. In the heavily polluted city, seeing a clear blue sky was not easy.

After the grandfather passed away a few years ago, the recycling station was taken over by his father, so Chen Muyu wasn't exaggerating when he said it was a family business.

Father Chen Jianzhong spent most of his time at the recycling station, managing four or five employees, all of whom were old employees from the grandfather's time.

In Chen Muyu's memory, his father was a very traditional person. Although he worked hard, he lacked the spirit of innovation and had no intention of expanding the business. If nothing unexpected happened, he planned to rely on the recycling station for the rest of his life.

On the open ground, piles of scrap metal, old furniture, and appliances were stacked high...

There were quite a few people in the city engaged in the junk business, and there were naturally divisions of territory.

The recycling station was considered a middleman, mainly buying junk from professional junk collectors, sorting and processing it, and then reselling it to appropriate factories for profit.

Of course, the recycling station also had its own employees who went door-to-door to collect junk, unlike the individual collectors, they were considered the regular army.

The junk from over a dozen streets in the North Gate area was mostly handled by Blue Sky Recycling. Under normal circumstances, recycling stations would not easily encroach on each other's territories, which was an unwritten rule in the industry.

"Little Yu, Grandpa Qin is here!"

A bald, fat man with a rough face came out of the inner room and saw Chen Muyu calmly walking in. He quickly walked to Chen Muyu's side and whispered.

Yu Dashan was an old employee of the recycling station. Because he was fat, people who knew him called him Yu Dapang.

This man looked gentle on the outside but was not simple at all. He used to be a street thug and had even been in trouble, spending some time in jail. Because of his good behavior, he was introduced to work at the station after his release and has since reformed. He was now in his forties and still unmarried, living alone.

The junk business was easily associated with thugs. Without some skills, it was difficult to do business safely.

Over the years, the presence of Yu Dashan had indeed reduced many troubles for the recycling station. Chen Muyu respected him a lot, as he was like an uncle to him. His grandfather trusted him, and now his father also trusted him, entrusting many tasks to him.

"Grandpa Qin?"

Chen Muyu frowned slightly, "Old Qin San?"

Yu Dashan nodded slightly.

"What did he come for?" Chen Muyu's frown deepened.

"He didn't say. Your father hid out early and didn't dare to face him!" Yu Dashan chuckled bitterly, lowering his voice, "He's not here for anything good!"

"Be careful!"

In the end, Yu Dashan added another warning.

Sweat!

A black line appeared on his forehead. Chen Muyu was somewhat impressed by his father's ability to shirk responsibility. He had seen people who were bad to their parents, but this was the first time he had seen someone who was bad to their son.

After a pause, Chen Muyu didn't say anything more and went directly into the reception room.

At this time, most of the employees had already left, and there were only two people in the reception room.

An old man with a dark, thin face, wearing a simple short shirt, was sitting at a redwood table, holding a black dragon-headed cane, sitting upright with a dignified air.

Behind the old man stood a muscular man with tattoos and sunglasses, like a bronze statue, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Hey, Grandpa Qin, why are you here?"

The originally calm face immediately turned into a smile as Chen Muyu stepped into the room and greeted him skillfully.

"Hmph!"

The old man's nose twitched, and he glanced at Chen Muyu with a sidelong look, "Little Yu, your family is really putting on airs. Your grandfather wouldn't have made me wait like this..."

His words were filled with a sinister tone, clearly ready to confront him.

"Grandpa Qin, what are you talking about? You are the elder, and I am the junior. No matter how much face I have, it can't be greater than yours!"

Chen Muyu was unfazed, sitting down at the table, his eyes fixed on Qin Hong's face, the pockmarks on his face standing out clearly.

"Uncle Yu, why didn't you make tea for Grandpa Qin?" Chen Muyu said calmly to Yu Dashan, who had just entered.

Yu Dashan smiled awkwardly and hurried to make tea for Qin Hong.