I Pick Up Waste In Immortal World

When cousin entered the room, Sui Guan was eating instant noodles with a frown on his face. He had been eating instant noodles for a month. Even though he kept changing the types of instant noodles, he still couldn't get rid of the nausea.    

Sui Guan raised his head and forced a smile.    

"What can I do for you, Cousin?"    

His cousin called Zhou Zhiyang and grew up with Sui Guan. He and Sui Guan had been sworn enemies for almost twenty years. His family was well off, and he was famous for being rich.    

"The thing I told you about last time."    

Before cousin could finish his sentence, Sui Guan spoke.    

"Cousin, I have made it very clear. This antiques shop is a business that my father used half his life to run. It's impossible for me to sell it."    

Zhou Zhiyang sneered when he heard that. He looked at the house with disdain and spat on the floor with a mouthful of phlegm.    

"I want to help you because you are a relative. You don't know how to appreciate favors!"    

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the door in a wobbly manner under Sui Guan's angry and unrefutable expression.    

Sui Guan had just let out a long breath when a beautiful lady entered the door. This time, Sui Guan's expression became even worse.    

Her name was Yuh Nana. She was the goddess in the hearts of these children when she was young. She and Sui Guan had an indescribable relationship before.    

But time flew by. In the end, Yuh Nana chose the troublesome but rich and powerful Zhou Zhiyang from a young age.    

Yuh Nana's face was stern. With a business-like look, she casually threw a stack of documents in front of Sui Guan.    

"Young Master Yang said that if you thinks it through, then sign the contract and look for him. If you doesn't, he will find someone to help you think about it."    

Sui Guan's expression was complicated.    

"What does he want? I don't want to sell it, okay?"    

Yuh Nana did not even look at Sui Guan. She turned her face away and said with contempt.    

"Sui Guan, for the sake of the past, I advise you to be smart and return the debt after selling the shop. If you continue to be so stubborn, I'm afraid you won't even need Young Master Yang to deal with you. You will starve to death. "    

After saying that, Yuh Nana left straight away, leaving Sui Guan with her back view.    

Sui Guan had a bitter smile on his face. He was no longer in the mood to eat. He picked up the contract and looked at it. His mouth was filled with bitterness.    

140,000 yuan. Zhou Zhiyang really did not have good intentions. Although his antiques shop was located in the outskirts of Shenghai City and was not big, it was a street shop. Zhou Zhiyang actually only wanted to spend so little money to buy it.    

Zhou Zhiyang did it on purpose!    

When his father was seriously ill, Sui Guan had no choice but to borrow tens of thousands of high-interest loans. In the end, his father's life was not saved. Now, he had to pay more than one hundred thousand yuan in debt.    

Now he had to pay off the debt, but the antique shop was not well run. The shop was full of worthless counterfeit goods. Sometimes Sui Guan really thought of dying.    

Opening the door of the small storehouse that had been sealed for a long time, Sui Guan choked on the dust and coughed.    

After a while, Sui Guan finally found the painting in the corner. It was an ancient brush painting with mountains and rivers. There was no name or signature, but the strokes were extremely exquisite. With one look, he could tell it was an old object.    

"I'm sorry, Dad."    

Sui Guan held the painting and looked at it carefully. He was a little depressed. Before his father passed away, he was still reminding him that this painting was a family heirloom of the Sui family. He absolutely could not sell it.    

In fact, Sui Guan had wanted to sell this painting for a long time. It was just that he had asked someone to appraise it before. But they could not tell the age of the painting at all, so he could not sell it for a high price.    

There was an old man who liked to collect ancient paintings. He was willing to pay four thousand yuan for it, but Sui Guan did not sell it.    

But he had to sell it now. Four thousand yuan was fine. At least he could gather some money to pay back the loan. Otherwise, the loan sharks would kill him.    

"This painting is really good." He said.    

Just as Sui Guan was in a daze, his palm was cut open by the sharp edge of the shelf beside him.    

He felt pain for a moment. The ancient painting fell to the ground. Sui Guan retracted his palm, but did not expect a string of blood to drip onto the painting along the wound.    

"What the f * ck!"    

Sui Guan wished he could slap himself a few times on the spot.    

This painting was not worth much before. If it was contaminated by blood and lost the artistic conception of the painting, that old man might not be willing to accept it anymore!    

In his great shock, Sui Guan could not care less about the wound on his hand and quickly bent down to check. The painting in front of him made him confused.    

Three or four drops of blood landed on the white spot of the painting. It was very eye-catching. The strange thing was that the dark red blood was fading rapidly, as if it had been absorbed by the painting.    

Just as Sui Guan was in a daze, the blood completely disappeared in two to three breaths' time, as if it had never existed at all!    

But before Sui Guan could be happy, an unexpected change occurred. The scroll suddenly revealed a pale yellow light. Although it was not dazzling, it made Sui Guan, who was staring at it, feel dazzled.    

The yellow light became brighter until Sui Guan was completely wrapped up. Then a light flashed and Sui Guan disappeared along with the painting.    

Sui Guan rubbed his head and got up from the ground. He had just fallen from the sky and fell to the ground.    

But when he stood up and looked around, he was shocked.    

The surrounding scenery was beautiful. In the distance, it looked like a misty fairyland. It was like the depths of a mountain, yet the surroundings were so quiet that one could not hear the chirping of insects and birds. But he was clearly in his warehouse just now!    

Damn it!    

In his panic, Sui Guan scanned his surroundings, but somehow felt that it was somewhat familiar. He seemed to have seen the environment here before. This mountain, this stream, where had he seen this scene before?    

It was in the painting!    

Sui Guan suddenly woke up. The place under his feet was exactly the same as the ancient painting of the family heirloom.    

He had actually entered the painting???    

After running like a madman for more than ten minutes, Sui Guan sat on the grass, panting heavily.    

He was sure that he was really in the painting. However, the world he was in was so big that he could not see the edge of it. It was not just the small mountain in the painting. The small mountain in the ancient painting was only a small part of this world.    

What made Sui Guan even more curious was that although the scenery here was beautiful, he could not see a living thing. Not to mention that there were no birds chirping, he could not even see an ant or a bug.    

Could it be that there was no air in the painting?    

After that, Sui Guan gave up on this stupid idea. If there was no air, he would have died long ago. On the contrary, the air here was fresh and sweet.    

Yes, for some reason, Sui Guan felt that the air here carried a sweet smell.    

He suddenly felt an itch in his palm. He raised his hand and looked at it. He was shocked. The two or three centimeters cut on his hand was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.    

A dense milky white gas gathered around the wound. His wound quickly recovered.    

This was too fantastical!    

For a moment, Sui Guan did not know what to say. He was too shocked.