After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

It was like seeing an exquisite work of art, always feeling like there's an invisible glass case between them. Even though you know the artwork is within reach, you still don't dare approach. Let alone in real life, Hou Ping and Cao Yizhi had never seen such a beautiful woman, even online. Now, getting closer, they could smell her rich body fragrance, and combined with her demeanor, it truly made them want to indulge in something else.

But Qin Zhifeng's cousin couldn't resist the whirring sound of a little train whenever she opened her mouth.

Hou Ping was a talkative and impatient man. He knew Qin Zhixin was also incredibly excited after playing The Left 4 Dead, and he kept chatting about games. Qin Zhixin didn't find him annoying; she loved playing, and her face lit up when she talked about games. The atmosphere between them became much closer, and Qin Zhixin even agreed to join them on a private server when they were free. Moments after she exchanged contact information with the two, someone else arrived.

The cleaners Cao Yizhi had hired were the ones who came back: a middle-aged man with two young people, followed by an old man and woman. The two young people were lifting a pulley system, while the middle-aged man and the old man and woman were carrying large snakeskin bags. Cao Yizhi gave the middle-aged man in the lead a brief exchange and led the three of them out through the emergency exit.

They went to eat first, and then came to deal with the follow-up work after these people cleaned up some of the garbage.

Before going downstairs, Qin Zhifeng pointed at the backs of the people who had just come up, and spoke to Qin Zhixin in a low voice with a mysterious look on his face.

"Look, look at that. It's said that there are only three or four recycling companies in each district of Nanling City."

“Why do I feel like we’re a family?”

"Of course they're a family! The whole family is out there. Don't think it's insignificant or dirty. Recyclers like these make a lot of money. They're all wealthy people. Look at how shabby their clothes are, but those two little ones are wearing expensive basketball shoes. Tsk, they don't feel bad wearing basketball shoes in a place covered in broken glass."

Qin Zhifeng touched the stubble on his chin, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Can you make more money? I think you're just talking nonsense again. You're lucky enough not to be a low-income garbage collector."

Qin Zhifeng knocked on Qin Zhixin's forehead.

"How is that possible? Look at how much cardboard costs per pound. There's a primary school right next to this place, and recycling that school's waste paper alone costs a fortune a year. Just think of it as a recycling company, not a family, but a family business. Look at how big the law firm here is. Do you believe its profitability might not even be as high as these scrap collectors?"

Qin Zhixin was stunned and quickly stretched her head to look back, but the family had already entered the former law firm and started to clean up, and now she could not see anyone.

"How is that possible! You just look down on law students! You're making things up for them. Besides, rich lawyers are definitely really rich. You're wrong to use this law firm as an example. They only handle trivial cases. If they were doing well, could they sell the firm?"

"Tsk, they're a legitimate law firm after all. They've opened an office, and it looks pretty big, and you still look down on them."

Qin Zhixin looked back again. She looked like she deserved a beating because she was too busy to sit still.

"It feels just average, and the decor is shabby. But I don't believe you that picking up trash makes more money than them."

"No, the profit margins at scrap recycling stations are huge. There's a small recycling station in the town near our village that recycles about five or six tons of garbage a month. But a lot of that recycling is waste paper from elementary and middle schools. A ton of paper costs around 1,500 yuan to recycle, and the selling price is around 2,000 yuan, so the profit margin is around 300 to 400 yuan. And the profit margins at each stage of scrap recycling vary. Generally, those who recycle scrap metal or electrical items make more money, easily reaching hundreds of thousands a year."

Qin Zhifeng counted on his fingers as he spoke, listing them like the back of his hand. Qin Zhixin's eyes widened a little when she heard this, and she looked at Qin Zhifeng in disbelief.

"Oh my god! How do you know all this? Are you trying to sell junk?"

"I just happened to know."

"It's such a coincidence that you know how much garbage there is and how much it costs in a month? Isn't that too much of a coincidence?"

Qin Zhifeng smiled foolishly, and Qin Zhixin was furious at his useless look and glared at him fiercely. But her frown and wide-eyed expression didn't reveal any ferocity at all.

"Well, my classmate told me this. I asked before, and he said there's a recycling station in Xuyi County that makes a net profit of over 30,000 yuan a month."

"Hiss, how many people work at a recycling station? Is it meaningless to have too many people?"

"It's just a family, so the average starting salary is 5,000 per person. But you have to think that there is no threshold for doing this, and the elderly and children in the family are all included."

Qin Zhixin still refused to accept it.

"How do you know this nonsense? Five or six thousand per person isn't that high, is it? Your monthly salary is over ten thousand, and that's not even counting the commission."

"The average salary in Nanling is only around 5,000 right now. Is Xuyi's economy as good as Nanling's? I know someone from the Xuyi County Commerce Bureau. He conducted a survey and has data to back it up. Besides, that's the average salary per person in a household. Even if you earn 5,000 a month in Nanling, it's going to be tight after the average is spread out at home. Besides, Nanling's economy isn't as good as Gusu's. You think Xuyi has no money, but is it possible that people in Gusu also think Nanling has no money?"

Qin Zhixin was so angry she didn't want to talk to him anymore. This guy, now that she'd seen so much in college, was always sarcastically snarky. Qin Zhifeng was no longer the innocent boy she'd used to bully the village dogs with a pig-driving prod, but Qin Zhixin was stubborn. And most importantly, a Nanling native actually spoke well of Gusu! Adults like that were truly disgusting.

Hou Ping, who was walking in front of them, turned around and spoke.

"That was indeed a family. I found them. I told them I would pay them 300 yuan for the job, but all the garbage would belong to them."

"Tsk tsk, those waste materials must be worth a lot of money. There are more than ten boxes of files alone. Selling the waste paper can make enough to cover the labor fee."

"What's there? Five or six hundred at most. Look at this! I found a Yuan Datou, it's worth a thousand dollars! Look, monkey, I'll sell it to you for seven hundred yuan, and you can sell it on for nine hundred."

Qin Zhifeng took out the rusty "silver coin" from his pocket with a silly smile on his face.

Hou Ping had been with him for over four years, and he knew what he was going to do the moment Qin Zhifeng raised his butt. Qin Zhifeng's expression was like, "I'm kidding!" But Hou Ping, a playful man, pulled a peeling wallet from his pocket and said, half-jokingly.

"Seventy! If it doesn't work out, forget it."

"Chengchengcheng!"

Qin Zhifeng agreed hurriedly and was about to put the coin into Hou Ping's hand, but the other party was prepared. He dodged on the stairs, supported the railing with one hand and jumped down, squatting steadily on the next floor, and the hand holding his broken wallet did not even move, as if the dangerous action just now was just a jump in place for him.

Qin Zhixin was stunned.

"Damn you! Look at this. My 10% discount is too high. Fengzi, you are the son of an animal!"

Hou Ping cursed with a playful grin, putting his wallet back in his pocket. In his excitement, he even spoke in Cantonese dialect. But the nickname "Monkey" was indeed correct. This guy was indeed as agile as a monkey. It would be fine if he was thin, but he also had a face like a thunder god. When he smiled, all the wrinkles on his face were exposed, and he looked like a monkey with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks.

Seeing that he failed to deceive, Qin Zhifeng cursed back with a laugh and put the fake money back into his pocket carefully.

As the four of them exited the security passage, they saw a large modified van parked in front of the bank.

The words "Armed Escort" were written on the van, and a fat man holding a shotgun was wearing an ill-fitting black uniform vest, his protruding belly almost pushing it apart. He stood lazily in the sun, his eyes narrowed to slits. From a distance, it looked as if he hadn't opened his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep while standing.

Qin Zhifeng just took a quick glance and felt that the man looked very familiar. He looked at him carefully again, walked towards him and said a few words. Only when he got closer to him did he confirm something and turned to speak to the three people.

"My high school classmate, I went to say hello."

He was very happy and walked straight forward to say hello. Qin Zhixin stayed where she was, just watching from a distance. It was not until Qin Zhifeng walked up to him and patted his arm that the fat man seemed to have just woken up from a dream. When he saw that it was Qin Zhifeng, he began to shout excitedly.

Qin Zhixin was far away, but could vaguely hear something. Seeing that the fat man had no guard at all and looked completely lazy, Qin Zhixin was speechless.

She wasn't being discriminatory against people of different body types, but it was certainly irresponsible for the bank escort to choose someone with that physique and personality. It was only because China had good security, otherwise he would have been robbed long ago, and not only his money but also his gun.

Qin Zhifeng pointed at the shotgun in the fat man's hand, and the unlucky fat man took the gun from his body and handed it to Qin Zhifeng without any precautions. She looked at her silly cousin posing and taking pictures, and she didn't understand what he was doing.

Qin Zhixin suddenly had a premonition that this old bastard might be up to something. Sure enough, just as she was about to go over and pull Qin Zhifeng over, she saw him, perhaps out of urgency, pull the bolt of his gun. A dark green bullet fell from the ejection port onto the ground, rolling under the escort vehicle.

Chapter 200: Old Friends Sewing Again

This sudden change scared Qin Zhixin so much that her scalp went numb. She almost fell to the ground at that moment. Now she was standing there, neither moving nor staying still.

But the two parties involved did not show any fear at all. The fat man slowly lay on the ground, his fat belly pressed against the ground. But he was too fat, and his body was stuck under the car and he couldn't get in at all. He pushed the escort car against his will and could only try to hook the bullet with his hand beside the car.

But the fat man was short and frail, and he stretched out his hands weakly, trying clumsily for a long time but still couldn't reach it.

Qin Zhixin hurried forward and got close to Qin Zhifeng.

"Brother! What the hell are you doing? How can you do something like this? This is very dangerous!"

Qin Zhixin rarely showed a serious expression. This time she was really angry. She knew that her dead cousin was unreliable, but she never thought that he would dare to do such an abstract thing.

"It's okay! The first few rounds were just salt bullets, so they'll only hurt a little."

Qin Zhifeng didn't care. The fat man was still lying under the car, hooking the shotgun. Qin Zhifeng weighed the shotgun in his hand and swung it in what he thought was a very handsome gun flower. The black muzzle of the gun scared Qin Zhixin so much that she didn't give him any excuses to quibble.

"Besides, you took the escort's gun and played with it, and even lost the bullets. If there's any evidence, you'll be punished! Look, there are cameras over there, and you didn't even hide from people even when you were doing your job."

As Qin Zhixin spoke, she pointed at the speed cameras on the street with her white and tender fingers. Qin Zhifeng looked in the direction Qin Zhixin pointed and replied nonchalantly.

"That thing has very low pixels, don't be afraid."

The fat escort really couldn't reach the bullet, so he was stuck beside the car and shouted, asking Qin Zhifeng to help him find the bullet under the car.

Without a word, Qin Zhifeng squatted down and swayed like a loach, crawling under the car. Soon, Qin Zhifeng emerged from under the car, still holding a bullet that had been deformed by the fall. His clothes were covered in dust and oil, and even his face was blackened from being rubbed.

Qin Zhixin was naturally so angry when she saw this ridiculous thing that she turned around and left without paying any attention to him.

The plastic-shelled salt bullets deformed the moment they hit the ground. These were old stock, likely unfired in years, and the materials used in these small batches of prototypes were also quite ordinary. The fat man took the bullets and smashed the deformed part against the rear bumper of the car. Once the shape was almost corrected, he used his teeth to bite the dented part back into place.

Qin Zhifeng was still playing with the shotgun in his hand. The fat man came closer with his back hunched. The explosion-proof suit on him looked extremely wretched.

"That was your sister just now?"

The fat man squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Correct."

"I've seen her when she was little. We once skipped class to go to the internet cafe. You and the other one took her with you. She was still in elementary school then, right? She's this big now."

Qin Zhifeng can't remember clearly.

Qin Zhixin started hanging out with him when she was very young. As for how young was Qin Zhixin exactly?

Qin Zhifeng couldn't explain it clearly, but it was definitely very early, at least earlier than elementary school.

Qin Zhifeng also felt a bit nostalgic. Back then, Qin Zhixin was just a little kid with a big heart. She looked delicate and cute, but she was also very opinionated. She always had all kinds of strange ideas in her head, so strange that even he, a high school student at the time, thought they were out of this world. Qin Zhixin wanted to do what she wanted, and Aunt Tang couldn't control her at that time.

At that time, Qin Zhifeng was the only one in the family who could play with this girl. If he let her play with people of the same age, it would be bullying the children. Qin Zhixin could always trick children into doing bad things and play with others like dogs, while others would still wag their tails happily.

Qin Zhifeng still remembers a little boy who always followed Qin Zhixin around, being told by her to do all sorts of bad things that hurt others and themselves. He knew it was bad, but he just loved playing with this cousin who was seven years younger than him.

"She's in the first year of high school now. When we were in high school, she must have been in elementary school."

Qin Zhifeng's eyes were a bit hazy. He already had those dead eyes, and this deep thought made them look even more dazed. The fat man pulled out a wrinkled pack of "Hongnanling" cigarettes, took one out and put it between his lips, then brushed off the dust on his body.

"Would you like one?"

Qin Zhifeng waved his hand.

"I'm not going to smoke anymore. I have to quit. Fatty, you're not doing well, why are you smoking this stuff?"

"Five yuan, strong, one cigarette can satisfy your craving for a long time. I checked and found that this brand has more than three times the tar of Huazi, so it's very strong. Besides, at this price, what else do you want to talk about?"

"Quit it sooner rather than later. Why not try slim cigarettes? They look really elegant, and while they're a bit girly, they have less tar. You can quit slowly."

Qin Zhifeng remembered the first time he went to the hospital for internship.

One time, he was hunkered down in the stairwell, eating his lunch, when some doctor arrived wearing a white coat, unbuttoned and unremoved, looking like a scoundrel. He'd come to the stairwell to smoke. He didn't know the brand, but the cigarettes were thin, as thin as the roots of dogtail grass. He held the butt in his mouth, and if it hadn't been for the sparks of light from the lit spot, Qin Zhifeng would have suspected he was eating a lollipop.

Qin Zhifeng thought the man looked really handsome and elegant when he puffed out his cigarette, and that was why he started smoking. In comparison, the fat man and his father's thick and short cigarettes looked really tacky.

"I've smoked Yuhuashi before. Someone gave it to me. It was a good cigarette worth dozens of yuan, but I couldn't taste it. It was for decoration, not for smoking."

The fat man muttered something and took a deep drag, half the cigarette gone. He held his breath, passed the air through his lungs, and exhaled fully. "Hongnanling" cigarettes were thick and smoky, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth that lingered for a long time after he finished smoking. Even after eating, the smell of cigarettes would still be in his mouth.

Qin Zhifeng found the fat man's behavior funny and couldn't help but make a joke.

"You are a wild boar who cannot eat fine bran."

"Is smoking good cigarettes better for your health? Where did you go to college?"

Qin Zhifeng squinted his eyes. He didn't like the smoke. When it was thick, his eyes started to itch and he couldn't help but rub them.

"Gusu, go to the medical school over there. What's wrong with you? Don't you remember?"

"It's been too long. College life is very demanding. I only weighed 170 pounds in high school, but after college I weighed 210 pounds."

The fat man smiled and made fun of himself without any concern.

He enrolled in a philosophy major at a local, ordinary university in Nanling. He only studied for a diploma, and after four years, he didn't even know what he could do with this major.

Is philosophy useful? He thinks it is useful. At least it teaches him how to live life. But whether this attitude is correct or not is not the point.

He hadn't attended classes since his junior year, and he lived comfortably on the small supermarket he inherited from his family. He figured it was better to just get by early than waste time reading those obscure translations and get bogged down in meaningless and pointless mental exhaustion. Even so, he still managed to pass the class, because few people attended. As long as you registered and attended, the teacher wouldn't fail you.

After all, if philosophy students are forced to attend classes, what philosophy are they studying? Madmen do not need to be taught, and poets cannot be fettered.

"I remember you were from Nanwai, right? Why are you doing this after you graduated?"

Only then did Qin Zhifeng realize something was wrong.

At that time, he and the fat guy had similar college entrance examination scores. He wanted to go to a better school but didn't want to be too far away from home, so he applied to go to Gusu. The fat guy didn't want to leave Nanling, so he just filled out the application at random.

"Just a small odd job. 1,200 yuan a month, only two hours a day, so I don't work much in a month. I'm a philosophy major, what kind of job do you think I should get? I'm lucky to have a job. Besides, aren't you doing odd jobs for fun too?"

"I was just sitting around doing nothing. My classmate wanted to open a gym and bought the office, so I went over to take a look at it with him. I went to smash the glass today, and I'll probably have to come back and do something else later, otherwise I'll feel guilty taking the money."

"This building is old but not cheap. Big bosses like you can easily spend millions or even tens of millions. Fengzi, you've become rich."

The fat man smoked the remaining cigarette and threw the butt on the ground.

Qin Zhifeng was a little embarrassed. He felt that he had asked the wrong question.

"It's not me, it's my classmate. I just came here to earn some pocket money. Actually... I think with your major, it would be great for you to continue running a shop. Anyway, you have a small supermarket at home, and you can read books when you have nothing to do. It can be considered as early retirement."

"No, I feel fine as I am. Don't you think philosophy is something special? Especially when it's combined with being severely obese and firing a shotgun?"

"do not think so."

"Then I don't think so either."

Two people from the bank came over carrying a large box. The fat man threw the broken gun behind him and opened the back door of the van. Qin Zhifeng saw that he was busy, so he waved his hand and left. The fat man didn't bother to be pretentious and nodded as a response. Qin Zhifeng returned to where Qin Zhixin and the other two were. He saw Qin Zhixin holding up her phone and smiling like a little girl of her age.

"Fengzi, have you finished chatting with your classmates?"

"No, we'll make an appointment next time we meet. He does odd jobs during lunch break to earn some extra money. The escort work is outsourced, and it pays off every month."

Qin Zhifeng added, as if possessed by a strange force. He'd been feeling a bit down just now, but after saying something that felt like a lie and also a way to save his reputation, he felt much more relaxed. Qin Zhixin saw him coming and held up her phone, looking very proud.

"Sister, what's wrong? Are the results out?"