The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Isn't this a tiger's mouth for food, those gangsters are not willing.

Stopped Yan Bugui and beat him up.

More than 100 catties of cardboard, wine bottles, and scrap metal were all taken away.

I didn't even let go of the bike I just bought.

If it wasn't for Yan Bugui's tattered clothes, those boys would have to take off his pants.

This time, Yan Bugui suffered a huge loss, but he didn't dare to call the police.

the reason is simple.The collection and sale of waste products these years is essentially a kind of speculation.

If you really take it seriously, you will have to squat on the fence.

Chapter 136 Jeep

After listening to Yan Bugui's narration, Li Donglai realized that there is such a big profit in collecting waste products.

The purchase price of kraft paper is 1 cent per catty, and it can be sold for 2 cents at black purchase points in the suburbs.

Wine bottles cost 0 cents each, and they cost 5 cent if they change hands.

Of course, the most profitable are copper, iron, aluminum and other metals.

This time Yan Bugui aroused the anger of those Qingpis because he received more than 20 raw aluminum steaming curtains from a closed canteen.

"Help, the third master, I, Li Donglai, have to help." Li Donglai patted his chest and agreed: "We are all neighbors in the same compound, and we have a good relationship like a family. I live here, three Uncle doesn’t even want a penny for accommodation.”

"If I don't do this favor, my conscience will be enough for dogs!"

Do not pay a penny for accommodation. ． ．

Yan Bugui was stunned for a moment, and the cold sweat on his forehead suddenly slipped down.

This guy wanted to pay off the bill, but the ten yuan for half a month's accommodation fee was nothing compared to not being able to collect waste in the future.

Plus, there's a new bike.

Yan Bugui quickly made a decision, and asked eagerly, "Dong Lai, when will you help the uncle clean up those guys?"

"Of course, when you find out where they are staying, do you want me to ride a bicycle on the street looking for them?"

"That's also oh... hiss... hiss..." Yan Bugui saw that there was a solution to the matter, and the wound on his face suddenly felt extremely painful.

Li Donglai couldn't just watch him suffer, so he used the barefoot doctor system to help him diagnose and treat him.

After being covered with pot bottom ash, Yan Bugui immediately stopped the pain, and gave a thumbs up: "Dong Lai, good boy, your current medical skills are top-notch."

At noon that day, the three mothers had no choice but to go all out.

I steamed a large pot of white flour steamed buns, fried a large pot of radish vegetables, and put two spoonfuls of lard in it.

After eating, Yan Jiefang covered his stomach and hiccupped.

Li Donglai also patted his stomach and sat on the chair a little confused.

Why do other people's food seem to be more delicious?

After thinking for a while, without getting an answer, Li Donglai began to think about the third master again.

I didn't know that the profit of collecting waste products was so high, so forget it, but now that I know, I must intervene.

Of course, you can't make small troubles like Yan Bugui, and make big ones if you want to.

Compared with residential areas, there are more scrap metals in factories.

Take the grinding workshop as an example. It is estimated that thousands of catties of scrap iron scraps are produced every year. The waste welding heads of the welder's workshop and the leftovers of the fitter's workshop are not a small amount.

If you can take them all down, you must make a lot of money.

However, all of this has to wait until the way is figured out.

Thinking of this, Li Donglai rode a bicycle to Wang Wuye's compound.

Wang Wuye was pressing the legs of the old lady, when he saw Li Donglai, he immediately wiped his hands and greeted him.

Li Donglai told Wang Wuye about collecting waste products.

"This is a good way. It doesn't require any capital, and it can still make a living for these old buddies. Although there are also suspicions of speculation, the danger is much smaller than that of the pigeon market." After hearing this, Wang Wuye rolled his eyes. The sun is on.

As for the gang of green skins in the suburbs, he couldn't pay attention to them at all.

Just kidding, everyone in the compound has practiced.

It's probably not enough to hit ten by one, but it's still easy to hit two or three.

"I'll let the second son and the others go to the suburbs to find out." Wang Wuye said that he was about to stand up, but was stopped by Li Donglai.

"The key issue is not the boys in the suburbs. Think about it, with so many of us, we definitely can't fill the waste collection area like Yan Bugui."

"what do you mean?"

"Factory! I've made it clear that the waste products in our factory in Beijing are all returned to the logistics department. Some of the usable ones are packed and shipped away. The leftovers that are really unusable are sold by the logistics department."

Wang Wuye is an old Jianghu, so he understood it all at once.

When Li Donglai said this, he stopped talking about it.

As a doctor, he is really not suitable to get involved in this kind of thing.

Whether the waste business can grow or not depends on Wang Wuye's own ability.

Then the two agreed to help Yan Bugui teach Qingpi a lesson, and Li Donglai left the compound.

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With Li Donglai's promise, Yan Bugui wandered all over the capital in the next few days, looking for traces of those green skins.

The hard work paid off, and he really found it.

Yan Bugui tracked them all the way to the suburbs, and after confirming the purchasing station where they were located, he took the bus back to the city.

Back in the city, Yan Bugui went straight to the rolling mill.

The hospital is very busy these days, Li Donglai is sitting in the office drinking tea in a daze, when he heard a rush of footsteps.

Sitting up straight, he flipped through the documents on the table.

"Tuk Tuk" knocked on the door.

"Please come in!"

The person who came in was a bald old man, and he said nervously, "A skinny old man came outside the factory gate. He said he has something urgent to see you."

skinny. ． ．grandfather. ． ．

Li Donglai frowned and asked, "Are you still wearing a pair of plastic glasses and have broken two legs?"

"Yes, he looks like an old teacher." The bald old Wang nodded.

It seems that Yan Bugui has already found the hideout of those green skins.

Li Donglai hurried to the guard room, Yan Bugui was holding tea in the enamel mug.

Seeing Li Donglai, he hurriedly put down the enamel jar, and said out of breath, "Donglai, hurry up, hurry up, those people are at the black waste collection point in the northern suburbs."

"See clearly?"

"It's not wrong, that fat man kicked me twice, and his eyes were broken by him, I remember it clearly."

"How many people are there?"

"Five."

Li Donglai felt relieved, looked at Zhou beside him and said, "Brother Zhou, our security department seems to have a jeep, right?"

"Go ahead and open it, the oil is full." Zhou Dao took a swing from the wall and handed it over.

Good guy, this thing weighs more than ten catties, it can be used as a weapon.

Li Donglai held the crank and waved his hand: "Third Master, let's go, let's smash the scene!"

Behind him came a thoughtful voice: "Brother Donglai, do you want to help?"

"No need, I have someone."

After coming to this world, Li Donglai has never driven a car.

Faced with the GAZ Jeep, which has long been unable to see the original color, the front window has been broken, the instrument panel has disappeared, and there is no wiper, I am a little worried.

This thing doesn't even have an igniter, so it should be shaking, right?

Li Donglai used to drive a tractor in the countryside in his previous life. He went around the jeep and soon found a small hole in front of the car.

The handle of the black iron rod was aimed at the small hole and inserted violently to the end. Feeling that the iron rod had been meshed with the gear, the buttocks were pouted and shook violently.

With a "boom", black smoke rose from the back of the jeep.

"boarding."

Li Donglai pushed open the passenger door, waited for Yan Bugui to get into the car, his feet easily clutched, and at the same time slammed on the accelerator, the jeep galloped out like a wild horse.

Well, there is not much difference from driving a car in the previous life, except that there are two clutches, and you need to keep on your toes, and your feet are a little numb.

In addition, the steering wheel is not assisted, and it is dead and heavy.

When it was first started, it almost ran into the gable wall of the security department. Fortunately, Li Donglai was strong enough to save it.

Yan Bugui was so frightened that sweat dripped from his forehead, holding the doorknob with his hand, as if he was ready to jump out of the car at any time.

"Donglai, you can still drive?"

"Of course, the old driver has been driving for more than ten years."

Yan Bugui was relieved after hearing the words, and let go of the doorknob.

Thinking about it again, no, Li Donglai is a barefoot doctor from the countryside, how can he drive?

He had heard from Qin Huairu that Qinjiagou was so poor that it was impossible to have a tractor.

Thinking about this, Yan Bugui's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"Donglai, where did you drive the car before? You probably don't have any cars in the countryside."

"In a dream!"