Countercurrent 1982

Chapter 93

"Brother!" Cao Dong shouted from outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Duan Yun heard the words and got up, pushed the door and walked out.

After reaching the door, Duan Yun was stunned for a moment.

It turned out that Cao Dong was riding a brand-new bicycle, circling the dirt road outside.

"Amazing, it's a new car so soon?" Duan Yun said with a smile.

"My legs are about to break in the past two days, and the chain and pedals are out of stock everywhere. I only bought them yesterday when I took the bus to the store in Zuoyun County." Cao Dong couldn't hide the joy in his heart. Yun said, "Brother, do you think my assembled car is okay?"

"Not bad." Duan Yun nodded when he heard the words, but when he turned his eyes to the plastic handle of the car, he suddenly asked curiously: "The color of your handlebar seems to be a little different? Why is one black and the other green? "

"There is only one bicycle handle in the store outside the west gate. I can't do anything about it. I went to the junkyard to find an acquaintance and asked for an old one. The bottom is a little cracked, but it works fine." Cao Dong said with a pouted lip.

"Uh." Duan Yun was suddenly stunned when he heard the words, but then he seemed to remember something, and asked repeatedly: "By the way, how much plastic does our waste station buy?"

"It's alright, there are a lot of scrap iron, toothpaste tablets, and waste plastic." Cao Dong said casually.

"What's the price of plastic we buy from the waste station here?" Duan Yun asked seriously.

"Twenty cents and a pound is more expensive than scrap iron." Cao Dong replied.

Before joining Duan Yun, Cao Dong had been making a living by stealing scrap iron for the past two years, so he was very clear about the purchase price of the gear factory and even all the surrounding scrap stations.

Back then, Cao Dong used to walk several miles away to sell the scrap iron in other factories in order to sell his scrap iron for two or three cents.

"How much waste hard plastic does our factory purchase station have?" Duan Yun asked again.

Duan Yun can't buy semi-finished plastic products now, so when he saw the broken handle that Cao Dong bought from the waste station, he immediately thought of going to the waste station to buy shabby plastic.

Although waste plastics are expensive these days, there may not be many waste stations, but fortunately, Duan Yun doesn't need much now. It is estimated that he only needs a few dozen kilograms, which is enough for him for ten days and a half months.

"Hard plastics are also plastics, they are two cents and a pound, brother, do you have any unwanted plastics to sell at home? The old man from the waste station in our factory is very familiar with me. If you sell more, I can contact me. He's making a price." Cao Dong thought that Duan Yun was trying to sell junk, and immediately replied.

"I'm not selling, I want to buy some hard plastic."

"Why are you buying that thing?" Cao Dong was taken aback when he heard the words.

"It's useful anyway." Duan Yun pondered for a while, and then said, "Aren't you just fine right now, take a walk with me to the waste station, I want to buy something."

"Success!" Cao Dong heard the words and nodded.

Although Cao Dong doesn't know what medicine is sold in Duan Yun Hulu, since his eldest brother wants to see it, then Cao Dong must follow him.

The waste station in the Hongxing factory area is located behind the boiler room of the bathhouse. There are two bungalows and a yard. There is an iron scale in the middle of the yard. There are piles of scrap iron, broken glass and old newspapers that are as high as a hill.

"Old Zhangtou." Seeing an old man wearing a forward hat and holding a glass of water sitting on the bench at the entrance of the waste station, Cao Dong immediately parked the car and walked over.

"You kid is dressed like a dog now, and you are rich?" The old man was obviously familiar with Cao Dong, and asked in surprise when he saw Cao Dong wearing a brand-new green uniform.

"To make a fart fortune, that's what you call making a fortune in silence." Cao Dong said, took out a large front door from his pocket, and handed it to the old man at the recycling station.

Others don't know, but Cao Dong has a very clear understanding of the details of this waste station.

Although the waste stations are still state-run these days, the old man who works here is definitely not clean.

Although the purchase station clearly marked the recycling price, the doorway inside is actually very deep.

Do some tricks on the scale, deliberately lowering the price on the pretext that things are not good, and even plucking the skin of toothpaste stolen by children from home.

Although this old man didn't dare to deduct too hard, but a cent or two, a cent or a cent, would cost dozens of dollars in a month, so the management of the junk station was really bad.

"Hey, Daqianmen, are you really making a fortune?" Lao Zhang took a look at Cao Dong's cigarette, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, my eldest brother wanted to see you here." Cao Dong took out a kerosene lighter from his pocket and lit it on Lao Zhang's head, then pointed at Duan Yun who was standing behind him.

"Hello, uncle." Duan Yun greeted politely.

"What's so good about my junk station?" Old Zhangtou was stunned when he heard the words.

"Master, I mainly want to buy some waste plastic from you..."

"That won't work! That won't work!" The old head shook his head like a rattle when he heard the words, and said, "I only buy scraps here, and I can't take out things when they come in. I don't have the right."

"Fuck!" Cao Dong glanced at Lao Zhangtou when he heard the words, and said, "I said Lao Zhangtou, I know that others don't know about you, you every night..."

"Be quiet!" Lao Zhangtou saw that Cao Dong's voice was very high, and quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth.

"Master, I said clearly, I just want to buy some waste plastic from you, and I don't want much. If you have it here, we can talk about the price." Duan Yun raised his brows and said.

"Uh..." Lao Zhang looked at Duan Yun, and then looked at the brand-new sophomore parked behind him. After pondering for a while, he said, "Come in and have a look..."

"Well." After Duan Yun responded, he followed Old Zhangtou into the junkyard.

"That pile is the plastic collected this week, you can see for yourself." Lao Zhangtou pointed to the scrap piled in the left corner of the yard and said to Duan Yun.

"Thanks." Duan Yun nodded and walked over quickly.

And when Duan Yun tossed around in the pile of waste for a while, his brows suddenly wrinkled.

It turned out that most of the plastics purchased by this waste station were unusable by Duan Yun.

Plastic leather, slippers, fake flowers...

These soft plastics cannot be reworked.

However, Duan Yun did not find nothing. From the pile of plastic waste, he also found hard plastics such as the shell of the dilapidated plastic washbasin and thermos.

It's just that the number of these hard plastics is a bit small, and it is estimated that not many shells can be made, and Duan Yunhui will also test these plastic products for insulation and high temperature resistance.

But in any case, the acquisition of these plastics is very important to Duan Yun. Even if it cannot be used for the housing of the household voltage regulator, Duan Yun can also use it to make the protective case of the antenna amplifier. After all, the iron shell of the previous antenna amplifier is It's so rustic...

(End of this chapter)