Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

Flora pointed out that they were only cleaning a portion of the underground space of the large villa.

The heavy wooden door separated the other areas, and the faint aroma of aged wine oak barrels wafted through the cracks in the door.

The cellar next door must be a meticulously maintained wine cellar.

However, this has nothing to do with Li Ping.

His immediate priority is to do this well-paid job well.

After a quick look around, the high quality of the items to be discarded left those who were used to seeing dilapidated things in the poor streets speechless.

A genuine leather sofa that looks expensive was sentenced to death simply because the cushions were slightly dented and the edges were worn.

A thick, high-end mattress, several solid wood cabinets... none of these are cheap items.

"These things would definitely fetch a lot of money if they were put in a secondhand market or a flea market..."

As Li Fan laboriously moved a cabinet, he lowered his voice and sighed, "Collecting garbage in upscale communities might be a very good business."

He was still thinking about the scenes he had seen on the road, and his thinking had already evolved in the direction of a garbage collector.

"certainly."

Li Ping wholeheartedly agreed, saying that this was far more promising than rummaging through trash cans in poor neighborhoods looking for cans.

The problem is that places like Bibo Manor are extremely strictly managed, with fixed, contracted garbage collection companies, making it almost impossible for outsiders to sneak in and take advantage of loopholes.

"Fletcher said he knew someone who would sneak into middle-class neighborhoods the night before garbage collection and make a killing, earning two or three hundred dollars at a time."

Li Ping recalled the money-making scheme that the painkiller soldier had boasted about.

"That's just a low- to mid-end community. In a place like this, it might be worth this much per visit."

Li Ping made a gesture, "But this requires bribing the relevant parties, obtaining the tacit approval of the Home Owners Association (HOA), or bribing the property management and security personnel."

Otherwise, if it's determined to be illegal intrusion or theft, calling the police and getting arrested will be a piece of cake.

In America, private property is sacred and inviolable, at least not by homeless people.

Of course, there are also legal avenues.

If the owner puts up a "Free" sign next to the item when discarding it, it means that they are voluntarily relinquishing ownership and anyone can take it.

This is common in many ordinary communities, saving homeowners money on cleaning fees and providing some benefits to those who need it.

Many of the old appliances that Old Tom could repair came from this source.

But throughout his journey through the Bibo Manor, Li Ping did not see any such signs.

The waste management here is a closed loop, with monitoring everywhere, including at waste disposal sites.

Trying to find bargains here without permission is extremely risky.

The two brothers whispered to each other as they quickly tidied up.

Among the small miscellaneous items were quite a few outdated designer clothes, slightly worn leather shoes, an iPad with three cracked screens, a coffee machine, a Sony camera without a lens, and a Dyson vacuum cleaner that looked like it was just dirty...

Li Ping wasn't sure if these should also be discarded, so he piled them up in a corner.

If they really had to discard it, it might be a valuable asset to them.

Moving large items is physically demanding work.

Sofas, mattresses, cabinets... all need to be moved from the basement to a dedicated garbage room at the back of the villa.

The two had just moved the heavy leather sofa to the garbage room and sat down to rest, panting, looking at the neat lawn and the scenery of the upscale community.

A deep, aggressive roar of a sports car engine grew louder as it approached; it was a bright red Maserati sports car that caught the two brothers' attention.

The Maserati drifted smoothly and stopped directly in Flora's garage.

A young white man wearing a tight T-shirt and ripped jeans jumped out of the car. He was quite handsome, about eight-tenths as handsome as Li Ping.

He wore an exaggerated silver chain around his neck, his hair was meticulously styled, and his face carried a deliberately cultivated, cynical arrogance.

He glanced at the Asian brothers, who were covered in dirt and carrying garbage, without a trace of curiosity in his eyes.

Two pieces of movable furniture pushed open the door and entered the villa.

"I guess he's that lady's brother?" Li Fan guessed.

Li Ping shrugged noncommittally, and the two took a breather before returning to the basement.

As soon as I moved a table out of the basement, I could faintly hear arguing coming from upstairs, the volume gradually increasing.

A young male voice rang out excitedly: "Flora, you said you loved me, why can't we get married?"

The two brothers exchanged a glance, silently slowed their pace, and pricked up their ears.

A feud between wealthy families?

Free live stream, you might as well listen.

Then came Flora's clear and cold voice, with an undeniable decisiveness.

"Danny, I told you, if you're with me, I can give you money, fund your so-called career, pull you out of that stinking neighborhood, and give you some dignity."

But marriage? Never even consider it. Never!

Li Ping raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

He had initially guessed that Flora was the mistress of some powerful figure, but the plot took an unexpected turn.

This guy is the real sugar daddy; the guy upstairs is just a gigolo!

"Flora, don't you love me anymore?" Danny asked, his voice filled with grievance and accusation.

"No, Danny, I never used the word 'love' on you. You've misunderstood it." Flora's voice was completely calm.

"I've had enough of this life without any commitment. If you don't give me a promise, I'll leave, and leave forever!"

Danny's voice carried a hint of threat.

"leave?"

Flora let out a short, snicker. "Without me, Danny, you're just a slum hoodlum."

Moreover, you've developed bad habits in the past six months, and you've started to have that nauseating leafy smell that comes from the slums.

You've started to bore me.

A brief silence fell upstairs, with the faint sound of Danny's suppressed sobs drifting through the air.

Li Ping and Li Fan exchanged an eye-opening look and quickly sped up their work to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

This adds another bizarre topic of conversation about the world of the wealthy that can be shared back at camp.

When they returned with the solid wood table, the arguing started again from the direction of the stairwell, this time at a lower volume but still more intense.

"You can't do this to me, Flora, it's not fair!" Danny pleaded, his voice trembling with tears.

"Stop acting, Danny."

Flora's voice was filled with suppressed anger. "Gordon just messaged me saying you're drowning in gambling debts again. It was the casino owner who gave you this terrible idea to scheme against me, to marry me, and drag me down with you, wasn't it?"

"No, Flora, let me explain..."

"That's enough!"

Flora interrupted him, her tone resolute, "I warned you long ago to stay away from those scumbags!"

There are other people in the house, and I don't want things to get too ugly. Now, get out of here right now!

Her footsteps sounded, as if she were coming downstairs, probably to prevent Danny from doing anything rash in the event of his emotional outburst.

Li Ping and Li Fan immediately became invisible, keeping their heads down and eyes fixed straight ahead, focusing solely on their garbage-moving work.

They went back and forth, as if everything happening upstairs had nothing to do with them.

Soon, the villa gate was flung open, and the pale-faced young man named Danny walked out, looking utterly dejected.

He jumped into the red Maserati, the engine roared defiantly, the wheels screeched against the ground, and it quickly disappeared into the end of the road, hidden by the beautiful scenery of the neighborhood.

Upon entering the villa, one could faintly hear Flora making a phone call in the living room on the first floor.

Her voice had returned to calm.

"Tessa, it's me. If Danny Miller ever appears in front of Blue Wave Manor again, no matter the reason, do not let him in."

"Yes, permanently, thank you."

Li Ping clicked his tongue in amazement.

This wealthy woman is beautiful and rich, but also calm and decisive enough.

Trying to take advantage of her?

They'd probably have to remove the bones.

The two finally managed to move even the hardest mattress to the garbage room.

When they returned to the villa's entrance, Flora was already standing on the porch.

She changed into a light-colored silk dress for home, and the anger on her face had faded, replaced by her composed and noble demeanor.

"Some unpleasant things happened today, which may have affected your work. I'm sorry."

She looked at the two brothers, who were covered in dust but still stood ramrod straight, and her tone carried a rare hint of apology.

"What is it?"

Li Ping lifted his dusty face, his eyes revealing a perfect blend of bewilderment and exhaustion from focused work.

"We were focused on cleaning the basement, and since our English isn't very good, we didn't pay much attention to other noises."

His expression was innocent, and his acting was natural.