In the age of garbage cans, stock up to feed the famine boss

Chapter 36 Tracking
After returning home, Cheng Xinghan went to the refrigerator to get some water. After thinking for a while, he poured himself two glasses of boiled water.

Coming to the living room, he handed the boiled water to Yang Muxi, "Sister Xi, you suddenly lost your temper just now, is it because of the hot search?"

Yang Muxi took a sip of water, put down the cup, turned on the TV in front of him, leaned lazily on the sofa, and hummed lightly.

As for the real reason, only she knows it.

"Sister Xi, don't worry, I have already debunked the rumor. The hot search will not have any impact on you." Cheng Xinghan said.

Yang Muxi curled her lips and said, "The hot search has no effect on me, but you do."

There is really no point in talking to each other. We are not on the same wavelength.

After Cheng Xinghan left, Yang Muxi locked the door directly, washed up and went back to her room to rest. She had been out for half a day and was really tired.

When I woke up in the evening, the employees had already filled out the statistical forms.

This statistical form shows whether the employees have a car, a driver's license, and whether they have plans to buy a car. She has just received 40 million yuan in cash, and there will be a steady stream of income in the future.

She just wanted to be more generous with outsiders, force out those who were waiting for an opportunity behind the scenes, and then wipe them out in one fell swoop, otherwise she would live in fear every day.

In the evening, it was time to exchange letters with Mo Beichen. Only at this time every day could she be happy.

She threw her packed meal and notebook into the trash.

"The lunch box is disposable, you don't have to return it to me."

Mo Beichen, "Thank you, Sister Xi."

Yang Muxi did not chat with Mo Beichen, but took her clothes and prepared to take a shower. Seeing the closet full of clothes, which was almost full of space, a new idea suddenly came to her mind.

Old clothes cannot be sold and no one wants to wear them anymore. People in Africa don’t want winter clothes, only summer clothes. Moreover, a hemp bag of old summer clothes can be sold for less than five yuan. The things that every household has the most are old clothes and old shoes.

But in Mo Beichen's era, people in poor areas couldn't even afford clothes to wear. Some families probably only had one set of clothes, and whoever went out had to wear the clothes.

If I take the old clothes to Mo Beichen, I can realize the value of the old clothes and save some money on buying new clothes.

Thinking of this, Yang Muxi quickly sent a message to his cousin.

"Brother, tomorrow you and your sister-in-law will go door to door to help me collect old clothes."

Yang Liping quickly replied, "How do I receive it?"

Yang Muxi, "Let's sell it 1 cent higher than the market price. Clothes are 60 cents per pound. Shoes are sold according to their condition. Brand new ones are 5 yuan, half-new ones are 3 yuan, and worn-out but still wearable ones are 1 yuan!"

"There are also pots, pans, and cups. Collect the old ones as well. Just add 10 cents to the market price!"

Those who remain at home in the countryside are the elderly and children, and the young people are working hard in the cities. Adding an extra dime can help everyone make more money using old things.

She has money, so let's just think of it as making money together with everyone else!

"Got it." Yang Liping replied.

Yang Liping was a very reliable person, and Yang Muxi was relieved to leave these things to the couple. If Yang Li'an could be honest, she would naturally be willing to give him a job opportunity, but Yang Li'an was ambitious and wanted all her property.

The next day, the six internet celebrity friends who came here to play were about to go back, and Yang Muxi happened to have to go to the bank to withdraw the money he had reserved, so Yang Muxi gave them a ride.

When they arrived at the highway intersection, everyone got on the highway and left, while Yang Muxi rushed to the city center to withdraw the money and then returned.

As she was driving, Yang Muxi realized that she was being followed. It was a strange car that was following her car not too close. She had many opportunities to overtake, but the car just wouldn't.

Thinking of this, Yang Muxi called Cheng Xinghan, "Brother Cheng, I seem to be followed by someone in my car. Please arrange for a few experienced drivers to come over, and we can surround the person together."

Cheng Xinghan stood up excitedly after receiving the call, his voice trembling with anxiety, "Sister Xi, send me the real-time location, and I will arrange it immediately."

"There are surveillance cameras everywhere in broad daylight. They won't dare to do anything. Don't run to remote places. Be careful. I'll make arrangements right away."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Xinghan felt his hands starting to tremble, and he quickly called people in the friend group.

Yang Muxi turned the steering wheel and drove the car onto the curb. The car behind her would have to hit her if she didn't overtake, so the car just drove past her.

Yang Muxi took out two mobile phones from her bag, logged into the live broadcast account, placed one phone in front and the other in the back, so that any actions of the other party could be broadcast live in real time.

Seeing that the car had also stopped, Yang Muxi quickly turned the car around, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car quickly forward. She had been driving for several years and her driving skills were still pretty good.

Seeing the car catching up again, Yang Muxi raised a faint smile. She had just bought a villa, and the other party jumped out anxiously. They were so afraid that she would use up all the money and they would get nothing!

They wanted her money, and she left them with nothing.

Yang Muxi deliberately drove the car to a remote place. She really wanted to call the police, but this was just her guess, and the other party had not attacked her yet. Even if she really called the police, they would not do anything to them.

She didn't mind taking the risk and sending them in, so that she wouldn't have to live in fear.

When they reached a remote section of the road with no cars around, Yang Muxi slowed down to give the other party a chance to attack. The mobile phone at the back was broadcasting live, capturing everything clearly. They had no chance of escaping today.

With a 'bang', the car was hit violently. Yang Muxi did not hold the steering wheel, causing the car to rush towards the woods on the side of the road.

Then there was another 'bang' and the passenger seat hit the tree trunk straight on, and the airbags popped out.

Before passing out, Yang Muxi thought to himself, maybe I can send them in there for a while now!
Although there was no surveillance here, thanks to Yang Muxi's live broadcast, tens of thousands of people witnessed this deliberately arranged car accident.

Two people got out of the car behind, pulled Yang Muxi out of the car, took out a contract, took Yang Muxi's hand, and asked her to press her fingerprints.

But before he could open the ink, he was surrounded by a circle of cars.

The old driver got out of the car and grabbed the two of them, while Cheng Xinghan stepped forward and picked up Yang Muxi, "Sister Xi, Sister Xi..."

Yang Muxi woke up slowly, "I'm fine, I'm a good driver."

It was the co-pilot's side that hit the tree just now, and the impact on her side was not very great.

"You said it's okay. Didn't I tell you to be careful? You've lost so much blood. Just bear with it. I'll take you to the hospital now." Cheng Xinghan instructed the group of veteran drivers to call the police to deal with the matter here. He then carried Yang Muxi into the car and took Yang Muxi to the hospital.