Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 126 Turning the Tables for a Slacker (1)

"We recycle old appliances, old clothes, scrap metal, waste newspapers...we recycle all kinds of waste items..."

"Hey, wait a minute, you little girl up ahead..."

With a headache, Shen Yun opened her eyes, her body swayed, and she almost lost her balance.

After finally regaining her balance, she found herself sitting on a vintage-looking tricycle—or rather, the very tricycle she had been riding.

Dark brown rust spots, mottled green paint, and a large white horn covered in dust on the handlebars.

The sound she just heard was coming from the loudspeaker.

???

Why does she always have to be so bizarre when she appears in public?
When she thought of that, she glanced back and sure enough, there was a middle-aged woman, around fifty or sixty years old, with a perm and wearing corn rolls, jogging behind her.

The tricycle was a bit difficult to control. Shen Yun finally managed to grip the brake, only to find that the handlebars were tilting uncontrollably in one direction.

She stretched out her foot, and luckily her legs were long enough to touch the ground directly.

Sometimes, using the foot brake is indeed the most convenient and quickest way.

The older woman had caught up by now. Her face was flushed, probably from overexertion, but she seemed to be in good spirits.

"Hey little girl, didn't I call you from behind? Why didn't you stop?"

Shen Yun's lips twitched. "Sorry, the horn was too loud, I didn't hear it." She was lucky she wasn't directly hit and killed; this tricycle was simply an inhuman invention.

Upon hearing this, the older woman's expression softened considerably. She noticed that the little girl had fair skin and looked quite young, and since her own granddaughter was about the same age and still in junior high school, she couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

"You're so young, why aren't you in school?"

Shen Yun smiled: I'd like to know too.JPG
"I have no money," she said bluntly. This was the most direct reason. Besides, the patches on her clothes were so numerous that she could be the chief disciple of the Beggars' Sect. It would be a miracle if she could afford to go to school.

Hearing this, the older woman sighed twice and then asked her to push the car back a bit, and then she went upstairs with her to move some things.

Shen Yun: This heartless and ruthless society.

It was half an hour later when all the things were moved over. Shen Yun gave her the money according to the notes on the original owner's phone, and then rode his tricycle to the public toilet.

"Story teleportation..."

The original owner was Ningxia, whose father was unknown. She had relied on her mother since childhood. A month ago, her mother fell seriously ill, and the family had no money to support her school fees. So she simply stopped going to school and directly inherited the "family business" in the hope of saving some money before continuing her studies. However, one night on her way home, she was hit by a car and died, ending her tragic life. Upon learning of her death, her mother stopped breathing on the spot.

The original owner's wish was to return to school to continue her studies and take good care of her mother.

"Gone?"

2345 blinked and said decisively, "That's all."

"It's pretty simple!" Shen Yun said, stroking his chin.

2345 looked away guiltily, thinking it should be simple.

"What are you doing sitting on the ground?" a woman in her twenties asked.

Immersed in the story, Shen Yun paused for a moment, then calmly said, "I have a bit of low blood sugar."

The woman nodded. "I knew it," she said, "what was I doing sitting in a public restroom? It turns out she has low blood sugar." She took a few candies from her bag and slipped them into her hand, then helped her up. Even after she was back on the tricycle, Shen Yun looked at the candies in her hand, still a little dazed, feeling that the situation had unfolded in a way she couldn't quite describe.

Following the route she remembered, she rode her bike home.

The house wasn't big, but it was decorated very warmly. Shen Yun packed his things and used the little money the original owner had left to buy some millet porridge before going to the hospital.

Thinking about the piles of recycled items in the yard, and feeling the few coins left in his pocket, Shen Yun was at a loss. What was the fastest way to make money?

"Stop right there, I'm talking to you, collecting protection money?" A rough voice came from behind. Shen Yun turned around and saw a shiny, hard-boiled egg.

Looking down, there was a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right. Almost everything visible to the naked eye was covered with dense tattoos. There was a long scar on his left cheek, running from the corner of his eye to his jaw, making him look particularly fierce. Behind him were several people who looked similar, the only difference being that they had hair.

Shen Yun's eyes lit up as he turned around. "So, you're the one who wants to collect protection money?"

He was wearing a heavy gold chain around his neck; he must be very rich.

The bald leader had never seen anyone so happy to receive protection money before. Looking at the little girl's white teeth, he suddenly felt a pang of fear.

"Hey, not bad looking. If you'll keep us company, we won't charge you protection money," said a green-haired man standing behind them.

His short hair was sprayed with an unknown amount of mousse; each strand stood upright like a steel nail. Most striking was the bright green he dyed, a green with a slight fluorescent tint.

Shen Yun narrowed his eyes and put the packaged porridge on the ground. "Have some fun? That's a pretty good idea."

It's like I just dozed off and someone brought me a pillow.

……

Shen Yun pointed at the people: two were piled on the ground, one had been kicked against the wall, one was at her feet, and the other had been kicked away from her from the very beginning. She raised an eyebrow. "Protection money?"

"No, no, protection money? It's all a joke," the bald man quickly explained.

Of the group, the only one who could barely stand up was the bald guy. Perhaps because he thought his hairstyle was auspicious, Shen Yun didn't hit him hard, but just gave him a head full of bumps, making him look like the Maitreya Buddha in a painting.

Shen Yun lowered her eyes and chuckled, "Weren't we going to have some fun?" As she spoke, she unconsciously increased the pressure on her feet.

"Grandma, I was wrong. Please forgive me!" The green-haired girl, who had been trampled underfoot, was now traumatized. She had thought the girl was just a simple, fair-skinned little girl, but it turned out to be a tigress.

"Are you still collecting protection money?" Shen Yun's voice was gentle, but his eyes were like ice.

"No, we won't accept it..." several people said in unison.

"Hmm?" Shen Yun frowned, indicating his dissatisfaction.

The group looked at each other, wondering to themselves, "Grandma, should we accept it or not?"
Before they could speak, Shen Yun said, "This fine tradition of protection money should naturally be passed down. But do you know who should collect protection money and who should pay it?"

"I know."

"You lot, hand over all the money now."

……

The men touched their empty pockets, their feelings extremely complicated. They had been hunting geese all day, but today they had been pecked in the eye by a goose.

(End of this chapter)