From that moment in the morning, the entire slums had never been quiet. A bunch of people were noisy, holding the boss's sign, yelling around at the top of their voices. Facing these people, Chu Yang looked at all indifferently. He couldn't help but wonder whether these people were too bored. He was a little full and had nothing to do. In fact, it cannot be said that it was all because with the development of technology, London was preparing to ban this only slum. It was because of this just emerged idea that it received the support of most London citizens, but it also attracted strong opposition from these people living in slums.

It is a good idea to beautify London. The government is also preparing to implement this policy, but this policy is not so easy to do. Because it faces the problems of living and resettlement of more than 100,000 poor people. Faced with this huge problem, this plan has to be stranded. After all, resettling more than 100,000 poor people is a huge amount of funding.

The government's plan was stranded, but the people of London were unwilling. Who wouldn't want their city and country to become better and better? So too many people stood up, shaking the flag, holding the yelling, holding the sign, and even shouting and killing all the poor. Of course, facing this person, Chu Yang gave him two words "stupid comparison".

He was still looking at the protesters indifferently, but Chu Yang was still a little panicked, afraid of losing this only place to live. However, seeing that the government has not had any voice over the years, Chu Yang slowly felt relieved. Until now, in addition to feeling that these people were a little noisy, he also felt that these people were really stupid and cute. He worked tirelessly to watch them as monkeys every day. It was a rare landscape for a child who picked up garbage!

There is a kind of person who is this kind of mentality. He can mediate himself and always think of some bad things in terms of good things. Although this kind of optimist people seem stupid, they are very relaxed. Chu Yang is such a person who can mediate himself. From the morning, he has always carried a garbage basket on his back and looked at the crowd who are shouting tirelessly, and fantasized in his mind. If these people change positions with themselves, will they look at themselves like they look at monkeys? It's such a happy thing!

With a good mood, carrying a garbage can, he first disposes of all the garbage he picked yesterday, and Chu Yang wanders aimlessly in the city of London. His biggest source of income is the luxury place in Rome, a large amount of garbage thrown out. However, it is usually very late to accumulate a lot of garbage. Many accomplices are unwilling to stay up late to pick up garbage there, so this makes Chu Yang cheaper. He can pick up what he wants there happier and more unrestrainedly. Even occasionally, many special things can happen.

After wandering around for a day, the sky completely darkened. The arrival of night awakened the Roman city like another world, and became brightly lit and brightly magnificent. Chu Yang took pleasure in his work and begged for a few pieces of hard bread for the overnight stay and ate a few bites. He left the rest and the good place, and prepared to go back for his adopted grandfather to eat. So, when the city of London entered late at night, Chu Yang came to the back of the Roman city, which was played by himself, became a golden garbage spot.

Today is really good, another big garbage pile is placed in front of me. To be precise, what Chu Yang said, occasionally encountering something special. This so-called special thing is that sometimes many people drink too much, take the wrong path, and sleep next to the garbage. Or they are beaten and thrown here because they are in the city of Rome and are beaten and thrown here. At this time, Chu Yang will pick it up like picking garbage. Yes, it is picked up. However, it is not picking people, but picking things on them, such as the euro in the wallet, and some other things.

This time, this person seemed to have been soaked in the wrong horse and was beaten up by someone. Looking at the blood flowing from his body, Chu Yang wondered if this guy could see the sun the next day. However, what does it matter to see the sun the next day? It is not his business? No, to be precise, does he have the ability to meddle in other people's business? The answer is no. Since there is no, why do you still ask so much about it? Regardless of whether he lives or dies, even if he dies, how good can he contribute to himself before he dies, and give the euro or something on his body to himself? So, in order to thank this guy who was beaten, Chu Yang began to plunder the whole guy's body without hesitation.

After searching over and over again, Chu Yang was very depressed to find that there was nothing valuable on this guy. Yes, he was not even poor. This was so fucking unlucky. He finally encountered such a thing, but he didn't have any money yet. He couldn't help but stomp the other party hard. Anyway, he was already in a coma and shock, and it was okay to take advantage of it. But Chu Yang didn't know that he actually stomped a big guy out with his kick.

An object that was about an adult's arm fell out of this guy's arms. It was wrapped in a painted black cloth, which was very hard and heavy. What exactly was it? It was so hard and so heavy, Chu Yang was very confused. With this doubt, Chu Yang opened the bag bit by bit. Then, Chu Yang finally knew why this thing was so hard and so heavy.

The moment the bag was opened, a golden light emerged from it, causing a layer of golden light to cover Chu Yang's face. However, Chu Yang did not care about this strange feeling at all, but looked at the flashing object with a very surprised expression on his face. Because, a piece of gold, a piece of arms made of gold were presented in front of him.

Yes, it is an arm, a golden arm. It is perfect like a work of art, with a golden ratio, flashing with beautiful golden light. Every muscle, every bone, and even the meridians are clearly depicted. It is covered with black patterns, and in strangeness, it exudes a sacred breath. It is like a sword, with the sharp golden light and the nobleness of a king.

Looking at the golden arm, Chu Yang's mouth was wide open, and his incredible expression was revealed. At the same time, a thought flashed through Chu Yang's mind, that is, the artwork made of gold! How much is this thing worth! If you sell this golden arm, how much money will you make!
Chapter completed!