C16 I Am a Big Brother Who Just Picked up Trash

"Excuse me, could you move aside?"

Liu Fann approached calmly and spoke in an even tone.

Huang Mao, engrossed in his photography, seemed not to hear Liu Fann's request, snapping photos with his phone like a seasoned pro.

"Excuse me, I need you to move, please!"

Liu Fann's voice grew louder, finally catching Huang Mao's attention. He turned around with a scowl, but upon recognizing Liu Fann, his expression shifted to one of surprise. "Bro, it's you. Did you finally come around?"

Huang Mao assumed Liu Fann was there to ask him for a job.

Taken aback, Liu Fann quickly clarified, shaking his head, "You've got it wrong. I'm here to get my car."

"That bicycle over there? There's a bunch of them around. Just grab another one," Huang Mao dismissed, returning to his photography.

But Liu Fann tapped his shoulder once more, insisting, "I'm referring to this car right here."

Huang Mao followed Liu Fann's gaze and blinked in confusion.

The next moment, Huang Mao erupted with laughter.

Clutching his belly, he could barely speak through his guffaws. "Dude, have you lost your mind? Spouting such nonsense! A guy who makes a living from scavenging trash claims this Ferrari is his?"

The crowd around them joined in the laughter.

"Look at him, a trash picker, so young and yet so full of lies. Absolutely shameless!"

"If he's the car owner, then I'm a billionaire!"

"Lee Sicong would be in tears to hear this—a trash picker with a better car than his!"

Huang Mao's girlfriend looked on with scorn. As her palm glided over the sleek Ferrari, she haughtily advised, "I suggest you leave quickly. Don't think you can spout lies just because you retrieved my bag earlier."

Amidst the jeers, particularly from Huang Mao and his girlfriend, Liu Fann simply smiled icily. He pulled out a key from his pocket, pressed it lightly, and the Ferrari's headlights blinked to life, emitting a welcoming chime.

"What?" Huang Mao's smile seized up on his face. Was this some kind of joke? How could a trash picker have the keys to a car?

The onlookers were stunned into silence, their mockery abruptly ceasing.

Liu Fann strode confidently past Huang Mao and stopped before his girlfriend, his voice firm and unwavering, "Step aside."

Huang Mao's girlfriend stood there, completely bewildered, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

It wasn't until Liu Fann stylishly drove off that the onlookers snapped out of their daze.

"Someone pinch me, please. Am I dreaming?"

"I can't believe it. Are rag-pickers really that wealthy nowadays?"

"So the Ferrari doesn't belong to Huang Mao and his girlfriend after all. They deceived everyone into thinking it was theirs. That's just despicable!"

"Exactly!"

The crowd's astonishment quickly turned into scorn directed at Huang Mao and his girlfriend, whose faces turned as red as a monkey's rear. They scurried away in embarrassment.

At the traffic light, the Mercedes that was carrying the young mother came to a halt.

"Honey, who were you talking to just now? You seem upset," the man said, adjusting his glasses.

With a dismissive snort, the woman replied, "Oh, it's nothing. Just some filthy beggar trying to lecture me. Can you believe a trash picker expects my respect?"

Just then, a sleek white sports car pulled up alongside the Mercedes.

Liu Fann rolled down his window, savoring the morning breeze. One moment he was trash-picking, the next he was behind the wheel of a Ferrari.

"Mommy, look! It's the big brother who was picking up trash," the previously tearful kid exclaimed, pointing at the flashy sports car parked curbside.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" the young mother snapped.

But as she glanced over, she recognized the face in the car window—it was the same young man who had been collecting trash.

"It is him! But he's a trash picker, how can he afford such an expensive car?"

The young mother was left speechless, her mouth agape in shock.