The garbage truck driver, overwhelmed with excitement, hesitated to shake hands with the Tycoon Master for too long and consciously withdrew his hand, even sparing a moment to think: I won't wash this hand for three years!
He smiled genuinely and asked, "Mr. Zhan, what do you need me to do?"
Moxiao never looked down on such people from the lower class, but instead treated them with extra kindness. "Please dump all the garbage out so I can look through it. We will help you load it back on the truck afterward."
"Alright, right away!"
The garbage truck driver hastily ran over, started the truck, drove it to a vacant spot by the roadside, and pressed a button. The truck's compartment slowly tilted, and the garbage was dumped onto the vacant ground.
Moxiao, dressed in a black bathrobe and wearing a pair of slippers, walked over. He put on gloves and personally climbed onto the garbage pile to search through it.
