The weather is relatively hot.
The food did not cool down.
After eating a few hasty bites, Li Aiguo rode a tandem bicycle and headed straight to the scrap collection store.
Yesterday he made an agreement with Wang Dakui that the scrap collection point would officially open at nine o'clock this morning.
Although I didn’t have a watch, judging from the position of the sun, it was probably almost time.
The pedals turned into hot wheels, and a puff of black smoke passed through the street. The old man on the roadside rubbed his eyes: "What the hell?"
Hurrying slowly, we arrived at the scrap shop, where there were already crowds of people outside.
Siheyuan Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong's two stewards, Zhang Gangzhu's family, and a dozen nearby residents.
Director Wang from the sub-district office also arrived, standing aside with two sub-district office officers.
Seeing Li Aiguo's figure, Wang Dakui shouted loudly: "Brother Patriot is here, Second Artillery, set off firecrackers quickly."
Amidst the crackling of firecrackers, Li Aiguo and Wang Dakui climbed up the ladder together and hung the plaque above the door.
The golden sunlight shines on the red paper of the plaque, making it bloom even more vividly.
Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office stepped forward and held Wang Dakui's hand tightly: "Comrade Wang Dakui, congratulations on the reopening of the collective scrap shop. I hope you can serve the masses in the future."
Wang Dakui looked excited: "Director, don't worry, we promise to complete the task."
When a store opens, there is usually a big opening bonus.
The seller of steamed buns will give out a steamed bun to each person who comes to support them.
The wine seller will let the crowd taste the wine.
You can't give away scraps to a scrap shop.
So everything is simplified.
After Wang Dakui saw off the director of the sub-district office, he clasped his fists and faced the crowd:
“Dear fathers and villagers, young and old, today is a happy day for the opening of the scrap purchasing point.
Here, I, Wang Dakui, assure you.
From then on, the scrap purchasing outlets no longer cheated, and the prices were one cent higher than the official purchase price. "
As soon as these words came out.
The onlookers' eyes suddenly widened.
In the past, the collector in the junk shop was the uncle.
Every time I come to sell scraps, there will be fewer heads on the scale.
Now the price at scrap purchasing outlets is one percent more than the official purchase price, almost catching up with black scrap shops outside the city.
To get outside the city, we have to run more than ten miles.
After all, there are only a few people who own bicycles these days. It is not cost-effective to travel so far just to sell some scraps.
As soon as the residents got a good deal, they rushed home and took all the scrap metal, scrap newspapers, etc. from their homes to the purchasing point.
Soon the scrap shop was busy.
The nominal manager of the scrap shop is Wang Dakui.
Li Aiguo was also happy, sitting in the shade drinking tea and thinking about the next step.
Now that Zhang Yazhi has joined the Beijing-Tianjin trade line, under the cover of the scrap purchasing point, the purchasing business will definitely become bigger and stronger.
When you have money, you naturally have to spend money.
In fact, in this era, it is not easy to make money, and it is also difficult to spend money.
There are no KTVs, Internet cafes, bathing centers, or Haitian feasts. Even if you eat a pound of meat every day, you will spend less than fifty yuan a month.
Moreover.
No one dares to be so extravagant.
The crowd is watching!
Li Aiguo's current nominal salary is more than 100 yuan per month.
Eating three to five meals of meat a month is not too much, right?
In this way, when Jia Zhang was still in the courtyard, she often talked behind his back.
So if you want to spend money, you have to do it secretly.
Sitting on the chair and looking at the broken jars brought by the residents, Li Aiguo's eyes lit up.
These broken jars look inconspicuous now, but they may be items that can enter museums in the future.
It's just that it's still early, and if you try to get rich with these things, I'm afraid it's just a thought.
Antiques need to be purchased, but only those that are national treasures can be purchased.
Secretly find a place to bury it.
After the strong wind passes, take it out and donate it to the museum, so that future generations can admire the splendid civilization of China for thousands of years.
What?
Why not leave it to future generations so they can make a fortune?
As a time traveler, with memories of two lives, when the spring breeze comes, you can soar into the sky if you step on any wind outlet.
It is simply ridiculous to make a fortune by picking up antiques.
It's just that with these two idiots Wang Dakui and Zhang Erpao, even if the Warring States bronze wares were placed in front of them, they could regard them as scrap metal.
We still have to find a discerning old comrade to take charge of the collective acquisition point.
Money is easy to come by, but talent is hard to find. Don’t be anxious about this matter for the time being.
Just when Li Aiguo was planning for the future.
Yan Bugui rode his bicycle back to the courtyard from school.
As soon as he entered the compound, he saw Wang Gangzhu hurriedly walking from the backyard carrying a large bundle of paper.
Yanbu blinked his little eyes behind his tortoiseshell spectacles, and hurried forward to meet her, placing his hands on the paper.
"Steel pillars, you can leave them at home and I can get them myself. You don't need to bring them over."
Seeing Yan Bugui extending his hand, Wang Gangzhu quickly hid aside: "What are you doing! Are you robbing him openly? I'm planning to sell it for money!"
"You work in a slaughterhouse and get so much salary every month, but you still care about this little money. It's true."
Yan Bugui's plan failed.
I walked home with my hands behind my back and my head shaking, sighing in my heart that young people are ignorant.
At this moment, the second aunt hurriedly walked outside carrying a large sack.
There was a rattling sound in the sack, and it sounded like wine bottles.
Yan Bugui frowned vaguely, turned around and entered the house, calling to the third aunt who was busy in the kitchen.
"Honey, what happened to these residents, now they are selling their own scraps?"
Apart from Li Aiguo, only Yanbu Gui's family has bicycles in the courtyard.
In the past, Yan Bugui collected scraps from residents according to the prices set by the official scrap collection points, and then rode his bicycle to sell them to black scrap points.
You can earn one and a half cents per kilogram of waste, and the money you earn every month is enough to buy salt and soy sauce.
In later generations, Yanbu Gui will still be a well-known transnational purchasing agent.
The third aunt wiped the stick noodles on her hands and explained: "Oh, Lao Yan, our community hospital has opened a new waste collection point.
It's just over a mile away from our place, and the price is about the same as a junk shop.
Residents are afraid of price cuts, so aren't they all eager to clear out the clutter in their houses and sell scraps? ! "
When Yan Bugui heard this, his head was buzzing.
This is obviously to steal his business from Lao Yan.
It's also too ungrateful.
"Report, I demand to report them! How dare you speculate!"
Faced with the malicious competition from his opponents, Yan Bugui bravely raised his legal weapon and turned around to walk out.
But she was grabbed by the third aunt: "What are you reporting? This is a purchasing agent for a collective purchase point. I heard that it was run by some cooperative group and directly connected with the Beijing Waste Company. Today, Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office attended the opening in person. ceremony."
Collective acquisition point. Connect with Beijing scrap companies.
Yan Bugui squatted on the chair and could no longer say anything to report.
As an old comrade who has been working in the junk industry for many years, Yan Bugui has long heard of the Jingcheng Scrap Company.
It was an official waste recycling company established to support industrial and agricultural production and create wealth for the country.
It was in the newspapers a while ago.
It is said that with the help of Jingcheng Scrap Company, more than 30 metal production cooperatives used more than 10,000 tons of scrap iron to replace new iron plates in production, and passed the crisis of shutdown for materials.
With such a background, how could he be a speculator?
But just watching his business being taken away, he felt really unwilling to do so.
Yan Bugui pulled the third aunt and said, "Tell me carefully what is going on."
"The junk shop is run by two run-down households on the next street."
After hearing what the third aunt said, Yan Bugui suddenly became happy. He patted his thigh and said, "It turned out to be a few raw melon eggs. I really thought this bowl of rice from scrap collection was delicious! I will teach them a lesson today." .”
Yan Bugui is an old teacher. When he is preparing to teach others, he often uses the word "class".
Hearing this, the third aunt said worriedly: "Lao Yan, this is a collective purchase point. If someone finds out, you might be criticized."
"What are you afraid of? I've done it so many times. Even the black-trash Wang Bearded can't tell. How can a few raw melons and eggs be capable of that?"
Yan Bugui waved his hand disapprovingly.
Go into the house and find out the junk products that have been accumulated for a long time, and work on them in the house.
Then he carried the scraps and walked to the purchasing point.
What?
Why doesn't he ride a bicycle?
Just a few steps, if you ride a bicycle.
It's equivalent to two minutes of riding and half an hour of cleaning the car.
This deal is not a good deal, so I, Lao Yan, won’t do it.
The scrap shop acquisition work is relatively simple.
After weighing, the residents are paid the purchase fee, and then the waste is piled in the yard according to fixed categories.
Most of the bustling residents in the compound were quickly gone.
Wang Dakui wiped the sweat from his forehead with a happy smile on his face.
Although I earn little money by collecting waste, I feel at ease with the money.
Two days later, after the house in the back was cleaned up, he took my mother over and asked Brother Patriot to help him pick up his wife by the railroad tracks.
Good times are yet to come!
"Come on, old comrade, let me help you carry it."
Seeing another customer come to the door, Wang Dakui greeted him warmly.
"No, I'll do it myself."
Yan Bugui murmured in his heart: How can comrades in public institutions be so enthusiastic.
He placed the bundled paper on the ground and picked up the steel scale next to it.
After taking a closer look and confirming that it was the 'Twelve' scale, he nodded silently.
The hexadecimal scale used in China before liberation.
The 16 stars on the scale beam represent the Southern Dipper and the Big Dipper. There is a saying that "the old scale weighs one pound and sixteen taels, and half a can of salt is only a few liters."
The meaning is very good, but the calculation is inconvenient.
In addition, the common people's cultural level is relatively low and they cannot convert to hexadecimal, so they are often deceived by profiteers.
After liberation, in order to facilitate the masses, profiteers were cracked down on.
The superiors ordered that all steelyard scales be changed to decimal scales, that is, 'twelve' scales.
In order to continue to deceive the public, some profiteers try to use sixteen-liang scales and pretend to be twelve-liang scales.
It seems that this scrap shop is quite honest.
Yan Bugui gave up the idea of finding trouble and hooked it with an iron hook, and the paper slipped away.
Seeing Yanbu Guixing's flowing movements, Wang Dakui had no idea of stepping forward to help.
Some residents are afraid that comrades from the scrap shop will damage their scales.
I would rather weigh the scraps myself, but if I insist on helping at this time, I will be misunderstood.
Yan Bugui raised his fingers, tilted the scale pole slightly, moved the weight, and shouted loudly: "Twenty catties and eight taels, that's enough."
"The purchase price of waste paper is 1 cent and 2 cents. Today it's yours and mine. I'll give you 25 cents."
As a junk shop manager, Wang Dakui has been keeping an eye on Yan Bugui.
I didn't see that Yan Bugui was playing with the scale.
He turned around and prepared to pick up the canvas bag hanging on the wall.
Li Aiguo was sitting in the shade not far away, chatting with Xu Damao.
Looking at the bundle of scrap skins, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"The third uncle's scraps are tied up very finely, with edges and corners, just like cubes of tofu." Xu Damao said happily while smoking a cigarette.
Li Aiguo pretended not to care: "Why do I feel like there is water in the waste paper?"
"water?"
Xu Damao opened his eyes wide and saw some water stains under the waste paper.
The water damage was very slight and seemed to have just seeped through.
If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell.
"How dare you, Yan Bugui, commit fraud. I, Xu Damao, will do harm to the people today."
Xu Damao will take over in a few days, and he will be able to marry Lou Xiao'e after taking over.
But he was worried about one thing.
Lou Xiao'e, a little girl who demands ideological progress, has now participated in the ideological study class at the steel rolling mill, and has also asked Xu Damao to join the class.
The study class is not just about learning theory, but you also have to participate in practice and do things to improve your thinking.
This can hardly harm Xu Damao.
Our Damao is an expert at stealing fellow countrymen's little cocks, but when it comes to making progress, it's really difficult for him.
Damao racked his brains and came up with a good idea - to help the old lady cross the road.
He rushed to the intersection in a hurry, and happened to see an old woman crossing the road.
It turned out that the old lady had just walked over from the other side of the road.
Instead of receiving a letter of commendation, we were given two crutches. We, Damao, were helpless!
Today is a good opportunity to make progress.
Xu Damao was so excited that his heart was beating.
Just as he was about to stand up, he remembered that Li Aiguo discovered this.
He quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to Li Aiguo with both hands, and said with a smile: "Brother Patriot, just give this opportunity to me. I will treat you to a drink later."
Li Aiguo took the cigarette and waved his hand angrily.
"We are all neighbors in the same compound, so you don't have to be polite. Just go and don't let Yan Bugui fool you."
"Good!"
Xu Damao rushed over in a hurry.
At this time, Wang Dakui had already withdrawn the money.
Looking at the pile of cent tickets, Yan Bugui rubbed his hands anxiously and was about to take them.
"etc!"
Justice comes from heaven and Xu Damao appears.
He felt like he was glowing all over.
Yan Bugui thought he was an eyesore: "I said Damao, why are you so surprised?"
Xu Damao was full of energy and said with a strange air: "Yan Bugui, you are an old teacher, I didn't expect you to be naughty."
"Whoever is being naughty, don't accuse someone of their innocence out of thin air."
Yan Bugui's expression changed drastically, and his small eyes behind the tortoise shell glasses suddenly widened.
As he spoke, he felt something was wrong and reached out to get the money.
Having this thing in my pocket makes me feel at ease.
"wait!"
Wang Dakui noticed something was wrong, retracted his hand, looked at Xu Damao and said, "Comrade, what did you mean by what you just said?"
Xu Damao saw that everyone in the courtyard was alarmed and gathered around him.
Without being verbose, he bent down and untied the hemp rope tied to the waste paper.
snap
The hemp rope was untied and the waste paper fell to the ground.
"Ouch, Damao, what are you doing!" Yan Bugui saw that the situation was not good and quickly wanted to come up and cover it up.
Xu Damao pushed Yan Bugui away with one hand, stretched out his foot and kicked it away gently, causing the waste paper to scatter.
The paper inside is all soaked in water, and some of it has even turned into pulp.
(End of chapter)
