"Let's break up."

"You're too poor to afford me."

Chen Mo watched his girlfriend turn away, his gaze gradually becoming dull, his expression filled with deep sadness.

Just now, he had been dutifully delivering packages, riding his tricycle.

A black Mercedes suddenly stopped in front of him.

His girlfriend, Huang Fang, arrogantly descended from the car and broke up with him.

All of this happened too suddenly; Chen Mo was completely unprepared.

It was like a muffled thunderbolt had fallen from the sky and inexplicably struck him.

It took him a full ten seconds to regain his senses, all the while standing like a fool on the spot.

Only when he saw Huang Fang returning to the Mercedes did he react.

He wanted to go and stop her.

But the words to stop her, he could never utter.

With a roar, the Mercedes sped away.

Through the rearview mirror, Chen Mo saw the sleazy smile of a greasy middle-aged man.

Derision.

Mockery.

Smugness.

Chen Mo was infuriated.

He clenched his fists – his ordinarily spiritless, complacent heart, mired in defeatist mediocrity, suddenly bubbled up with fiery defiance.

"You like money, don’t you?”

"Fine, I'll earn money like my life depends on it!”

"I will show you, I, Chen Mo, will not be easily trampled on!”

Chen Mo vowed to himself.

His girlfriend ran off with a tycoon, but he would no longer bow his head in defeat!

...

Venting his feelings for a while, he then lowered his gaze to his phone. His face turned pale instantly.

Not good.

He was going to be late.

Huang Fang's unexpected arrival had cost him precious time.

"The parcel contains frozen goods that are time-sensitive. If they're late, they'll melt."

Soon, Chen Mo arrives at a residential area carrying the delivery.

"Why are you only arriving now?"

"If the items inside have melted, can you afford the losses?"

A woman in her early twenties scolds him as soon as she sees him.

Chen Mo gives an awkward smile and hastily apologizes, "I'm sorry, I got held up by a lunatic on the road and was delayed. Please forgive me."

"Hmph, wait for my complaint!"

The woman snatches the package and leaves in a huff.

Chen Mo is speechless, but he can only grit his teeth and bear it.

However, he quickly receives another phone call.

It's from the boss of the courier hub.

As soon as he answers the phone.

The boss's ferocious roar comes from the other end like he wants to devour him.

"Chen Mo, you useless piece of junk!"

"From now on, you don't need to deliver parcels anymore, and don't let me see your face ever again!"

Chen Mo was unjustly berated, adding fuel to the flames of his fury that had been set ablaze by his recent encounter with Huang Fang.

With both dignity and defiance, he retorted back to what seems to be his superior, "Did I sleep with your wife or did I cuckold you? Are you seriously this roused?"

The chief responded with thunderous rage, as if he had swallowed dynamite, "You damn well just offended a VIP customer of our station! She called the head office and now the head office wants to dock my bonus. You're lucky I'm not asking you for compensation!"

"Enough. Spare me anymore of your nonsense. As of this moment, you're no longer an employee of our station. Look out for yourself from now on."

With that, the chief hung up the call, leaving no room for Chen Mo to plead his case.

In that moment.

Chen Mo fell entirely silent.

He sighed a sorrowful sigh.

The spark in his eyes extinguished.

The zealous spirit that had burned so brightly in his heart just a while ago wilted away again.

In the short span of half a day.

His girlfriend had run off with a wealthy man.

His job had been heartlessly stripped away from him.

This kind of double blow was too heavy for him.

"Forget it, I should just be an honest loser guy," Chen Mo said, taking out a cigarette from his pocket and smoking silently.

While smoking, he looked at the cardboard boxes in the tricycle and gave a rueful smile.

All of these boxes were unwanted from when he delivered parcels.

He had collected them all to sell to the waste recyclers, earning some pocket change.

Chen Mo wryly muttered, "From now on, I won't do anything else, just gather scrap, to cover living expenses. No one to bother me, no one to yell at me, that's a free and easy life."

Just as he finished talking!

Suddenly, a strange electronic sound rang in his mind.

"Ding! Host has been detected as being at the end of his rope, deciding to make a living from picking up waste. The Waste Recycling System is being activated!"