A junk collection station floats in my mind

Chapter 3 Really Recycled?

"Successful recycling, wealth value +4!"

Before he had time to wipe his pants, a message appeared in his mind again.

Chen Muyu closed his eyes, and watched helplessly as the enamel teacup turned into a streak of white light, flew directly into the mountain of garbage in his mind, and disappeared.

Really recycled?

Looking at the tea leaves and water stains on the shorts, Chen Muyu couldn't recover for a long time.

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Name: Chen Muyu
Age: 22 years old

Identity: Owner of Wanjie Scrap Collection Station
Has a recycler: 0 people

Wealth value: 104
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At this time, Chen Muyu understood a little bit, Wanjie Scrap Collection Station is similar to the real scrap station.

As a purchasing station owner, I am responsible for purchasing all kinds of waste products. After the system recycles these waste products, I will pay myself the corresponding wealth value.

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"In this case?"

Chen Muyu looked at the furniture in his room, his eyes became a little eager.

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"WEIHUA10 mobile phone, 70% complete, recyclable..."

"Changhong 29-inch color TV, 50% complete, recyclable..."

"Men's Briefs, 5% Integrity, Recyclable..."

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After 10 minutes, the house is empty!
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The wealth value has risen to 2000!

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"Mom, it's a little bit of a loss!"

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Looking at the room that was almost emptied by himself, Chen Muyu shrunk his neck, luckily his parents don't live here, otherwise he would definitely beat himself to death.

Although this ability came in a muddle, Chen Muyu was still as excited as a child.If it wasn't for the fear of affecting the rest of the neighbors, he really couldn't help but want to yell a few times.

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"Ding!"

When Chen Muyu was excited, the phone rang again.

He picked it up and frowned slightly.

It was my father who called and asked if he was awake, and when he woke up, he hurried back to the station to help.

Chen Muyu put down the phone, didn't take a shower, just picked up a piece of clothing to put on, and hurried downstairs.

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The purchase station opened by the family is on Yingchun Road, Beimen, not far from the old station at Beimen.

The purchase station does not occupy a large area, so it is convenient to enter and exit a small factory building facing the street of the Jinghua Tile Factory.

Qingshan City is known as the Porcelain Capital of Xichuan, and is most famous for its porcelain industry and papermaking. In recent years, the city has paid more attention to the environment. The tile factories in the urban area have all moved to Huangtupo in the western suburbs, and the family rented it here. After simple repairs, this purchase station was opened.

Blue sky waste collection station.

The name was given by Chen Muyu's grandfather. The blue sky represents clarity. In the urban area with heavy smog, it is not easy to see the blue sky.

After the grandfather passed away a few years ago, the buying station was taken over by his father, so Chen Muyu said that this is a family business is not an exaggeration.

Dad, Chen Jianzhong, basically spends most of the day at the purchasing station, managing four or five employees, all of whom were old employees hired when his grandfather was there.

In Chen Muyu's impression, his father is a very old-fashioned person. Although he is diligent and diligent, he still lacks some pioneering spirit. He never thought of becoming bigger and stronger. for life.

On the open space, broken copper and rotten iron, waste furniture, and electrical appliances are piled up into mountains...

There are quite a lot of people engaged in the waste industry in the city, so naturally there are so-called spheres of influence.

The purchasing station is considered as a transit vendor, mainly collecting waste products from some professional waste workers, and after simple classification and processing, resell them to suitable manufacturers to make profits from them.

Of course, the buying station also has its own employees, who come to buy directly, unlike those retail investors, they are considered a regular army.

The waste products from more than a dozen streets in the North Gate are basically purchased by Lantian. Under normal circumstances, it is not easy to cross the border between various purchasing stations. This is regarded as an unspoken rule of the industry.

"Xiao Yu, Lord Qin is here!"

A fat man with a bald head and a fleshy face came out of the back room, just in time to see Chen Muyu coming in unhurriedly, he hurriedly walked up to Chen Muyu and whispered something.

Yu Dashan is an old employee of the purchasing station. Because he is fat, everyone who knows him calls him Fatty Yu.

This person looks kind on the outside, but in fact he is not simple at all. He used to be a street slugger who committed crimes and went in for a while. Because of his good performance, he was introduced to the station by the officials after he came out. Since then, he has reformed his career, and now he is in his forties. He has not married a wife yet, and he is bare-bones.

In the business of waste products, it is easy to get involved with bastards. If you have no skills, it is difficult to do business safely.

These years, because of the existence of Yu Dashan, the purchasing station has indeed saved a lot of trouble. Chen Muyu also respects him very much. After all, he is his uncle, and his grandfather trusted him when he was there. A lot of things are handed over to him.

"Master Qin?"

Hearing this, Chen Muyu frowned slightly, "Qin Lao San?"

Yu Dashan nodded slightly.

"What is he doing here?" Chen Muyu frowned even deeper.

"He didn't say anything, your father has been hiding for a long time, and he didn't dare to meet him!" Yu Dashan smiled wryly, his voice lowered, "It's definitely not a good thing if the visitor is not kind!"

"Be careful!"

At the end, Yu Dashan added another sentence.

sweat!
There was a black line across his forehead, and Chen Muyu admired his dad a little bit. It was the first time he had seen him cheating his father.

After a pause, Chen Muyu didn't say much, and went directly into the reception room.

At this moment, most of the employees are off work, and there are only two people in the living room.

A dark, skinny old man in a plain short shirt was sitting at a mahogany table, holding an ebony dragon's head crutch in his hand. He looked very dignified as he sat upright.

Standing behind the old man was a brawny man with dark glasses, standing there like a bronze statue, he was not someone to be trifled with at first sight.

"Hey, Mr. Qin, why are you here?"

The originally calm face changed into a smile the moment he stepped into the door, and Chen Muyu greeted him skillfully.

"Humph!"

The old man's nose slightly shrugged, and he squinted at Chen Muyu, "Xiao Yu, your family has eyes drawn on two pieces of paper. It's a big deal. You didn't dare to make me wait like this when your grandfather was around." ..."

There is a bit of yin between the words, as if there is a posture of asking the teacher to blame.

"Mr. Qin, what are you talking about? You are the elder and I am the junior. No matter how much face I have, I can't be as big as you!"

Chen Muyu didn't care, and sat down beside the table directly, his eyes fell on Qin Hong's face, the pitted and pockmarked pits were very clear.

"Uncle Yu, why don't you make tea for Mr. Qin?" Chen Muyu calmly said to Yu Dashan who came in later.

Yu Dashan smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly made tea for Qin Hong.

(End of this chapter)