The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 197

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 for the scrap purchase shop.

He made an agreement with Wang Dakui yesterday that the scrap collection site will officially open at nine o'clock this morning.

Although I don't have a watch, but looking at the position of the sun, it is estimated that it is almost time.

The pedals turned into hot wheels, a puff of black smoke rushed across the street, and the old man on the side of the road rubbed his eyes: "What the hell?"

Hurry up and go to the scrap store, and the outside is already full of people.

Yi Zhonghai, the two elders in charge of Liu Haizhong, Zhang Gangzhu's family, and more than a dozen nearby residents in the courtyard.

Director Wang from the sub-district office also arrived, and stood aside with two sub-district officers.

Seeing Li Aiguo's figure, Wang Dakui yelled loudly: "Brother Aiguo is here, Second Pao, set off firecrackers."

Amidst the sound of crackling firecrackers, Li Aiguo and Wang Dakui climbed up the ladder together and hung the plaque above the gate.

The golden sun shone on the red paper of the plaque, making it bloom more vividly.

Director Wang of the Sub-district Office stepped forward and held Wang Dakui's hand tightly: "Comrade Wang Dakui, congratulations on the reopening of the collective waste 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 will generally be a big bargain at the opening.

Those who sell steamed stuffed buns will give out a steamed stuffed bun to everyone who comes to join in.

Those who sell wine will let those who support them taste good wine.

Scrap stores can't send scraps.

So everything is kept simple.

After seeing off the director of the sub-district office, Wang Dakui clasped his fists and faced the masses:
"Fathers and folks, young and old, today is a great day for the opening of the scrap purchasing agency.

Here, I, Wang Dakui, promise everyone.

From then on, the scrap shopping agency no longer cheated on the market, and the price was [-]% higher than the official purchase price. "

As soon as this word comes out.

The onlookers immediately widened their eyes.

In the past, the collector in the scrap store was the uncle.

Every time I come to sell waste products, the scale head will be less.

Now the price of the scrap shopping agency is one cent more than the official purchase price, almost catching up with the black scrap shops outside the city.

To get outside the city, you have to run more than ten miles.

After all, few people own bicycles these days. It is really not worthwhile to travel so far in order to sell some scraps.

As soon as the residents got a good deal, they ran home one after another, and took all the broken copper and iron, waste newspapers, etc. at home to the purchasing agency.

Soon the junk shop was busy.

The nominal manager of the junk shop is Wang Dakui.

Li Aiguo was also happy and at ease, sitting in the shade drinking tea, thinking about the next step in his mind.

Now that Zhang Yazhi has joined the Beijing-Tianjin trade line, in the future under the cover of the waste product purchasing point, the purchasing agent business will definitely become bigger and stronger.

If you have money, you have to spend it.

In fact, in this day and age, it is not easy to earn money, and it is also difficult to spend money.

There are no KTVs, Internet cafes, bathing centers, and Haitian Shengyan. Even if you eat a catty of meat every day, you only spend less than 50 yuan a month.

Moreover.

No one dares to be that extravagant.

People can watch it!
Li Aiguo's salary on the surface is more than 100 yuan a month.

Eating three or five meals of meat a month is not too much, right?

In this way, when Jia Zhang was still in the courtyard, he often talked behind his back.

So it costs money and you have to be sneaky.

Sitting on a chair, 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 something that can enter the museum in the future.

It's just that it's still early, if you make a fortune by pointing at these things, I'm afraid it can only be a thought.

Antiques are to be acquired, but only those that are national treasures can be accepted.

Find a place to bury it secretly.

After the strong wind has passed, take it out and donate it to the museum, which will also allow future generations to admire the splendid civilization of China for thousands of years.

What?
Why not leave it to future generations and let them make a fortune?
As a traveler, with the memory of two lifetimes, when the spring breeze arrives, if you step on any vent, you can soar into the sky.

It is ridiculous to make a fortune by picking up leaked antiques.

Just because of Wang Dakui and Zhang Erpao, these two idiots, even if the bronze wares of the Warring States period were placed in front of them, they could still treat them as scrap metal.

It is still necessary to find an old comrade with insight to sit in the collective acquisition point.

Thousands of dollars are easy to get, but talents are hard to find, this matter cannot be rushed 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 hurrying over from the backyard carrying a large bundle of cardboard.

Yan Bugui's small eyes behind the tortoiseshell glasses frame blinked, and he walked up quickly, with his hands resting on the paper.

"Steel pillar, you put it at home, I can just go and get it myself, and you still need to send it."

Seeing Yan Bugui stretching out his hand, Wang Gangzhu hurriedly hid aside: "What are you doing! Ming robbery? I'm going to sell it for money!"

"You are in the slaughterhouse, with so much salary every month, you are still rare for such a small amount of money, really."

Yan Bugui couldn't figure it out.

Walking home with hands behind his back and shaking his head, he sighed in his heart that young people were ignorant.

At this moment, the second aunt carried a big sack and hurried outside.

There was a rattling sound in the sack, and the sound should be a wine bottle.

Yan Bugui frowned secretly, turned around and entered the room, and called the third mother who was busy in the kitchen.

"My wife, what's wrong with these residents, now they sell their waste products by themselves?"

Apart from Li Aiguo, only Yan Bugui's family has a bicycle in the courtyard.

In the past, Yan Bugui collected the waste from the residents according to the price set by the official waste collection point, and then rode on a bicycle and sold it to the black waste point.

Every catty of waste products can earn one and a half cents, and the money earned every month is enough to buy salt and soy sauce.

In future generations, Yan Bugui must be a well-known transnational shopping agent.

The third mother wiped the stick noodles on her hands, and explained: "Oh, Lao Yan, there is a new waste collection point opened at our community hospital.

It's just over a mile away from our place, and the price is about the same as the black waste point.

Residents are afraid of price cuts. Aren't they all rushing to dump the sundries in the house and sell waste products? ! "

Hearing this, Yan Bugui felt his head buzzing.

It's not clear that this is trying to steal his old Yan's business.

It doesn't talk about martial arts too much.

"Report, I want to report them! How dare you speculate!"

Facing the malicious competition from his opponent, Yan Bugui bravely raised his legal weapon, turned around and was about to leave.

But was stopped by the three mothers: "What are you reporting? They are purchasing agents for collective purchase points. I heard that it was opened by a cooperative group, and they directly contacted the Beijing Waste Company. Director Wang of the Street Office attended the opening in person today. ceremony."

Collective acquisition point. Docking with Beijing Waste Company.

Yan Bugui squatted on the chair, and could no longer say anything to report.

As an old comrade who has worked in the trash industry for many years, Yan Bugui has heard of the Beijing Waste Company long ago.

It is an official waste recycling company established to support industrial and agricultural production and create wealth for the country.

It was in the newspaper a while ago.

It is said that with the help of the Beijing Scrap Company, more than 30 metal production cooperatives used more than 1 tons of rotten iron to replace new iron plates for production, and survived the crisis of stopping work and waiting for materials.

With this kind of background, how could it be speculative?
It's just that he just watched the business being taken away like this, and he really felt a little unwilling.

Yan Bugui pulled over to the third mother: "Tell me about it, what's going on."

"The junk shop is run by two shabby households in the next street."

After listening to the words of the third mother, Yan Bugui was immediately happy, patted his thigh and said: "It turns out that there are a few raw melon eggs, and I really think that the bowl of rice that collects waste products is delicious! Today I will teach them a good lesson." .”

Yan Bugui is an old teacher, and when he is going to teach others, he often uses the word "class".

The third mother heard this and said worriedly: "Old Yan, this is a collective acquisition site. If someone finds out, they might be criticized."

"What are you afraid of? I've done it so many times, and I can't even spot a black waste product with a bearded king. How can a few melons have that ability?"

Yan Bugui waved his hands disapprovingly.

Go into the house to find the waste that has been praised for a long time, and operate it in the house.

Then he carried the waste products to the shopping agency.

What?
Why doesn't he ride a bicycle?

Just a few steps away, if you ride a bicycle.

It is equivalent to cycling for 2 minutes and cleaning the car for half an hour.

This deal isn't worth it, so we Lao Yan won't do it.

The acquisition work of the scrap store is relatively simple.

After weighing, pay the purchase fee to the residents, and then sort the waste according to the fixed classification and pile them up in the yard.

Most of the bustling residents in the compound left quickly.

Wang Dakui wiped the sweat from his forehead with a happy smile on his face.

Although I earn less money by collecting waste products, I feel at ease with the money.

After two days, after tidying up the house at the back, I took my old lady over, and asked Brother Aiguo to help him pick up a wife by the railroad track.

Good days are yet to come!

"Come on, old comrade, let me carry it for you."

Seeing another customer coming to the door, Wang Dakui warmly greeted him.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Yan Bugui murmured in his heart: How could the comrades in the public sector be so enthusiastic.

He put the bundled paper on the ground and picked up the steelyard next to him.

After taking a closer look and confirming that it was a 'ten tael' scale, he nodded silently.

Hexadecimal scales used in China before liberation.

The 16 stars on the scale beam represent the six stars of the South Dipper and the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper. There is a saying that "one catty of old scales is 16 taels, and half a jar of salt is only a few liters".

The meaning is good, but the calculation is not convenient.

Coupled with the low level of education of ordinary people, there is no way to convert hexadecimal, and they are often deceived by profiteers.

After liberation, profiteers were cracked down for the convenience of the masses.

The above ordered that all steelyards be changed to decimal scales, that is, "ten taels" scales.

In order to continue to deceive the masses, some profiteers try to use 16 tael scales and pretend to be [-] tael scales.

It seems that this junk shop is honest enough.

Yan Bugui gave up looking for faults, hooked the iron hook, and slipped the paper.

Seeing Yan Bugui's flowing movements, Wang Dakui lost the idea of ​​stepping forward to help.

Some residents are afraid that the comrades from the waste shop will go to the scales.

I would rather weigh the waste by myself, but if I insist on helping at this time, I will be misunderstood instead.

Yan Bugui raised his fingers, raised the tail of the scale bar slightly, moved the weight, and yelled loudly: "Twenty catties, eight taels, full."

"The purchase price of waste paper is 1 cent and 2 cents. Today it is yours to mine, and I can give you twenty-five cents."

As the manager of the junk shop, Wang Dakui has been keeping an eye on Yan Bugui.

I didn't see Yan Bugui playing scales.

Turning around, he was ready to take the canvas bag hanging on the wall.

Li Aiguo sat in the shade not far away, chatting with Xu Damao casually.

Looking at the bundle of waste skins, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Third Master's waste products are bundled really finely, with edges and corners, just like tofu cubes." Xu Damao said cheerfully, smoking a cigarette.

Li Aiguo pretended to be unintentional: "Why do I think there seems to be water in the waste paper?"

"water?"

Xu Damao stared wide-eyed, and sure enough, he saw some water stains under the waste paper.

The water stains are slight and appear to have just seeped out.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

"Well, Yan Bugui, you dare to cheat. I, Xu Damao, will eliminate harm for 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.

He was worried about one thing.

Lou Xiao'e, a little girl, wants to improve her thinking, and now she has participated in the ideological study class in the rolling mill, and even asked Xu Damao to also participate in the study class.

I don't know that the study class is to study theory, but I have to participate in practice and do things to improve my thinking.

This is hard for Xu Damao.

Our Da Mao steals the little cock from the fellow, and the hickory is an expert, but it is really embarrassing for him to make progress.

Da Mao racked his brains and came up with a good solution-to help the old woman cross the road.

He rushed to the intersection in a hurry, just in time to see an old woman who was about to cross the road.

It turned out that the old lady had just walked over from the other side of the road.

I didn't get a commendation letter, but got two crutches instead, our Da Mao is also helpless!
Today is a good opportunity to improve.

Xu Damao's heart was pounding with excitement.

Just as he was about to stand up, he remembered that Li Aiguo had discovered this.

Quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to Li Aiguo with both hands, and said with a smile: "Brother Aiguo, you can give me this opportunity, and I will buy you a drink later."

Li Aiguo took the cigarette and waved his hand vigorously.

"They're all neighbors in the same compound, so you're welcome. Just go, don't let Yan Pugui fool you."

"Good Le!"

Xu Damao rushed over in a panic.

At this time, Wang Dakui had already withdrawn the money.

Looking at the pile of gross bills, Yan Bugui rubbed his hands anxiously, ready to take them.

"and many more!"

Justice comes from heaven, and Xu Damao makes his debut.

He felt himself glowing.

But Yan Bugui felt that he was a bit of an eyesore: "I said Da Mao, what are you doing for a while?"

Xu Damao was full of air, and said in a strange way: "Yan Pugui, you are an old teacher, I didn't expect you to play tricks."

"Whoever is playing tricks, don't dirty people's innocence out of thin air."

Yan Bugui's complexion changed drastically, and the small eyes behind the tortoiseshell glasses frame suddenly widened.

While talking, he felt that something was wrong, and he reached out to get the money.

With this thing in my pocket, I feel at ease in my heart.

"wait!"

Seeing something was wrong, Wang Dakui withdrew his hand, looked at Xu Damao and said, "Comrade, what do you mean by what you just said?"

Seeing that everyone in the compound was startled, Xu Damao surrounded them one after another.

He didn't talk too much, and bent down to untie the hemp rope tied on the waste paper.

patter
The hemp rope was untied, and the waste paper fell sideways on the ground.

"Hey, Da Mao, what are you doing!" Seeing that the situation was not going well, Yan Bugui quickly tried to cover it up.

Xu Damao pushed Yan Bugui away with one hand, stretched out his foot and kicked lightly, the waste paper scattered.

The paper inside is all soaked in water, and some have even become pulp.

(End of this chapter)