The Mask Man is a superhuman kidnapper with a high IQ（Wrong）.

The Mask Man is a superhuman kidnapper with a hole in his brain (Correct).

She just couldn’t understand what this guy was thinking.

He looked at a heap of useless junk as if he had just discovered a treasure trove, his eyes glistening.

“Look, there's scrap to pick!”

All she saw was a pile of waste cardboard boxes and broken furniture.

The old men and old ladies also had gleaming eyes and quickly swarmed around.

“Somebody must have dumped these at night, this happens all the time!”

Qing Ning wanted to state the obvious, wasn't this just the broken window theory?

With one person secretly dumping rubbish here, there was a second, a third, a fourth, until it finally became a mountain of waste. Any normal person would be fuming upon seeing this, but someone was actually excited about this heap of junk?!

“We’ve got great luck today, many people have thrown away delivery boxes.”

“Little ones, you’re really fortunate, I’ve never encountered so many recyclable wastes.”

Qing Ning didn't want to get close, but was pulled by Bai Weiran to unwillingly search among the piles of junk.

She shoved the cardboard boxes aside and started to fold them neatly, crushing empty mineral water bottles and gathering them.

She had never felt so humiliated, her eyes were red with anger.

But she was misunderstood by the auntie next to her, who gave her a benevolently smile.

“This young girl is so moved, look, her eyes have turned red. Yes indeed, these can be sold for quite a bit of money!”

An old man cheered delightedly.

“Heh, see what I found, don't know which family threw away a few pots!”

Upon hearing this, the crowd cheered joyously, looking at him as if he were a triumphant hero.

Scrap metal was worth a separate price tag.

Despite being forced into a night of manual labor and being filled with resentment, Qing Ning was exhausted and couldn’t muster the strength to complain.

When dawn started to break, they finally ended the work and dispersed from their original meeting point.

A whole truckload of waste was orderly arranged and everyone was smiling joyously.

Only Qing Ning couldn't afford a smile.

The bald-headed man leading them asked for Bai Weiran's mobile number, offering to give him his share of the money after selling the waste.

Bai Weiran shook his head, refusing.

“Given everyone's kindness today, I won't share the money with you all, enough to just give me the wages of the part-time job.”

The wages of this part-time job are cleared in cash on the spot.

“How can we let this happen...”

“Take it as a meeting gift for the uncles and aunties, I promise I’ll share next time.”

Then he led Qing Ning away.

Even after walking a few steps away, Qing Ning could still hear the street cleaners praising Bai Weiran, calling him a good young man who has turned over a new leaf and predicting he would accomplish great things in the future.

Once away from the crowd, Qing Ning couldn't hold back any longer. She took off her mask and asked Bai Weiran angrily.

“Who gave you the right to decide what to do with the fruits of my labor?! That's my money!”

Bai Weiran seemed to suddenly realise.

“Oh right, I almost forgot to give you your wages.”

He handed her a few crumpled notes, making sure she held them tightly.

“Now you can buy something you enjoy. Take it, my sister." He said with a smile.

This was the first time Bai Weiran received money in this world.

Qing Ning looked at the few wrinkled notes in her hand, her impending anger suddenly disappearing.

All she could feel was the overwhelming weight in her palm.

The money was so little, not enough to buy herself a cold-brew fruit juice.

“If you think it's too little, and you don't want it, then give it back to me? I don't mind it being little!” Bai Weiran said, drawing back his hand, while the girl clutched the notes tighter, looking at him warily.

“I, I didn't say it was too little! Don't be ridiculous, this is my money, we haven't even settled accounts yet!”

“Why are you deciding for me what to do with my share of the money from those wastes?”

Qing Ning was a young mistress, who had lived a carefree life of luxury and wealth in the past seventeen years.

But now, pushed to the brink with no other choice, another side of her character showed.

Many times, the reason why wealthy people are wealthy is because they think differently from ordinary people.

The grandpa of Qing Ning that led to the prosperity of the Qing family was a perfect example.Bai Weiran remembered that he had read Qing Ning's background story, which was related to her grandfather. Qing Ning's grandfather once took a long-distance train, at which time he was already a successful businessman, although dressed rather modestly. As a result, he was singled out by a wealthy woman to help her carry her luggage. Qing Ning's grandfather didn't say a word, just helped with her two large suitcases.

When the train was underway, his subordinate found him. The rich woman, holding a tip in her hand, stood there stunned, her hands trembling. To give or not to give? Qing Ning's grandfather calmly accepted the tip. "Ma'am, this is the reward I deserve. I have provided you with a service," he said. "[Just as] a stream flows into the sea to become something vast, [so can small things add up to something significant]." For him, money was money. He didn't obsess over small or large amounts, he merely took seriously the reward he believed he deserved, whether from his business or selling his labor.

Qing Ning also seemed to have this concept, but she had not had the chance to show it. Bai Weiran smirked, pointing at a 24-hour convenience store nearby. "Let's go sit and eat something, and I'll answer your question."

Bai Weiran had just placed his chosen bread and sports drink on the checkout counter when the girl's hand reached over from the side. She placed a tea egg, a bean curd sushi, and a small bottle of fresh milk in front of him. "…?" "Brother, isn't it natural for you to pay for her little sister?" The girl's face was full of innocence, with a flirtatious and somewhat naive flutter of the eyes. "You don't want people to know that you can't even afford to treat your kind and hardworking little sister to breakfast, do you?" Bai Weiran raised his eyebrows—she had indeed learned his lines. But, after all, he had made her work hard all night, and to refuse her now would be too harsh. He paid for the food, and seeing him do it, Qing Ning's heart rejoiced as if she won a great victory.

They sat side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking outside. The street was sparsely populated with mostly early-rising workers. "Those things could've been sorted without us," said Bai Weiran. "[The aunty and uncle have] intentionally asked for our help." They would earn the additional income themselves and there would be no need to share with others. When he was previously a janitor collecting recyclables as an additional gig, an elderly colleague had bragged about having multiple spots where he could easily find recyclables but he would never tell anyone else. It was practical—more for others meant less for him.

"There's no dire need for us, they don't need to split their earnings with the aunty and uncle." His words were touching, but Qing Ning was not completely convinced. "So, you can just sacrifice my rights?" "You have a point." Bai Weiran chuckled, then shoved the rest of his money into the left pocket of her overalls.

"Let it be my payment to you, little sister. Don't be shy, accept your brother's tip! It should be more than a share of those recyclables."

After all, he wouldn't need the money when he went back [to his world], he might as well be generous. Caught off guard by his seemingly wise words, Qing Ning almost choked on her tea egg.

"Do you remember the old man who was in charge of arranging the areas?" Bai Weiran casually initiated a conversation.

"You may not know this, but he was actually fired from your family's company, he used to be a senior executive."

This time, Qing Ning really choked.