All he had were a pair of trash tongs and a plastic bag for holding garbage.
Wherever there were people, there was always trash. People had to deal with it, no matter whether it was intentional or not.
When they got out of the car, they noticed that the place had been tidied up that night. Maybe the management of the park wanted to show their dedication to the camera, but when they got out of the car, they noticed that the place had been tidied up overnight.
The round trash can that was always filled with inexplicable garbage had already been cleaned up. The original black and gray wall had also revealed its true appearance of white stainless steel.
The left and right sides of the road in the park had been tidied up. The only thing missing was a sprinkler to clean up the dirt.
Even the lawns where passersby would most likely lie down and take a nap were completely devoid of any traces of trash.
Of course, we can't let them get nothing. Let's get one or two bottles of mineral water to send away the ancestors of the municipal center.
Considering the beauty of the park, the staff of the consortiums could get more money from the park management according to their performance that day.
Unfortunately, imagination was beautiful, but reality was cruel.
Beauty was always waiting to be discovered, and trash was no exception.
The sharp-eyed Qin Guan saw a lot of chewing gum stuck to the bottom of the seats.
This was one of the favorite snacks for Americans to kill time, and the habit of sticking on it was passed down from their ancestors.
Bus carriages, subway stations, parks, and any other public facilities that you could imagine, in their crevices, in the corners that were the hardest to clean up, there would definitely be a species called chewed chewing gum.
Don't tell me that Chinese people are of low quality. We can use the theory of relativity here.
At the very least, there are not that many people in China who eat chewing gum.
Under the shocked gazes of the cameraman and the director, Qin Guan used a coffee cup, which was one of the rubbish in the park.
But with the hard clip in his hand, he swept the bottom of the chair. Hua la la la … the paper cup was filled with these stubborn traces of rubbish.
The neatly dressed administrators' faces were the same color as the chewing gum that had been scraped off, so dark that it could be …
"Don't just stand there. You have a lot of work to do!"
The staff picked up their tools and followed Qin Guan's example.
Passersby would pay attention to a group of people, even in a park with a relatively low population density.
Qin Guan and his friends were different from ordinary social workers. The photographers who had come to the park to take pictures pointed their lenses at them.
Every photographer in New York knew about Qin Guan.
According to reliable sources, their idol, Lin Lun, was going to shoot the cover of Time Magazine for the model named Qin Guan.
Lin Lun was the pride of this generation of photographers, so he naturally attracted the attention of all the photographers in this industry.
What was so special about this model? Why did he get so much attention? Was he a good subject?
Qin Guan's passion for work and his desire for fame made him the center of attention.
What was going on? Would they see him in person?
"Qin Guan!" A young cameraman couldn't help but shout in a low voice.
The people who were jogging, walking their dogs, chatting and sleeping in the park also heard his exclamation.
Everyone turned to look at the group of social workers. Even though they were dressed in dusty clothes, they recognized Qin Guan at first glance.
The tourists pretended to walk slowly towards Qin Guan and his team.
The organizer, who was also the director of the film, told his assistant in a low voice, "What are you going to do next?
"Tell the people around us to stay alert. In case there's a commotion or the crowd becomes agitated, we have to leave a way out!"
"Hmm, it seems like those pedestrians are quite friendly …"
"What do you know? Did you forget the New York Times news a few weeks ago?"
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia His assistant immediately remembered the farce in Times Square, which had been broadcast on the social news and in the evening.
Qin Guan seemed to be the one who had caused the crowd to swarm the fans.
What? Wait... Surrounded?
The assistant and the control director, who had just reacted, turned their heads around. Well, in less than two minutes, they were surrounded by people.
Photographers with cameras, professional dog walkers with no less than eight dogs, and curious joggers would look at the center of the circle when they had nothing to do. Then, they would stop and watch from the outer circle with their hands behind their backs.
"Director, it's too late..."
"Act according to the situation. Don't lose face."
Qin Guan, who was not affected by the crowd, turned around and stood up cheerfully after removing the last stain.
He held a palm-sized metal clip in one hand, and a paper cup filled with trash in the other.
Because he had been working with his head down, there was a little bit of dirt on his face. His loose overalls and gray checkered shirt looked like the most ordinary guy around her.
Somehow, the people around him sensed a happy emotion from him. Affected by the emotion, they smiled at the same time.
"It's done!"
Qin Guan stood up straight and raised his arms high, showing off to the crowd.
Such a warm and joyful flaunt pleased everyone. The kind-hearted people applauded in unison.
"Good job!"
"Come on!"
The staff of the National Park Service gritted their teeth. Usually, when they reminded others not to violate the park rules, they were the ones who treated them coldly.
Why was there a double standard when it came to Qin Guan?
They had done this kind of work many times. It was unfair!
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