Xu Changqing knew that Bai Chenggang was going to "sneak off" and meet Xu Baimei today. She just didn't know what he would say when they came face-to-face.
But she couldn't be bothered to dwell on it. As soon as Bai Chenggang left, she wasn't about to sit around idly at home—the old man who collected scrap finally showed up at their door.
She couldn't very well go roaming the streets and alleys collecting scrap herself, but money talked. As long as she made it worth their while, there were plenty of men, both young and old, willing to deliver scrap right to her door.
Calling it "scrap" wasn't entirely accurate, either. Aside from a few books in poor condition, no one was foolish enough to bring shattered bottles or jars.
Since people were delivering goods to her, once she paid them, the next logical step was to use her free time to sort, clean, and organize everything properly.
