Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

After a hearty fight, that night, Wei Wei's internal strength broke through and he successfully reached the second level.

It is true that people are in high spirits during happy events. Wei Wei, whose face was glowing, went straight to Xiao Xiao the next day.

"What? You want me to get steel?" Xiao Xiao thought he heard wrong and confirmed again.

"Keep your voice down, I'm just getting some discarded iron or steel, I'm not asking you to make it."

Xiao Xiaohehe, "Boss, I did it for you. If someone finds out, I will go in directly." It will also bring trouble to the family, so it is better to just ask Wei Wei to send him in. The sentence will be lighter.

"I'm buying it, not taking it for free."

"Then you can go to the scrap recycling station and look for it. The steel from the machinery factory that is no longer used is also sold to the recycling station."

Xiao Xiao still hasn't said anything. If you're lucky, you can get some 'good stuff' that was secretly sold by moths.

A scrap recycling bin? Wei Wei thought thoughtfully, this is indeed a good place.

"Okay, I'll go take a look. If it's not there, I'll come find you." Wei Wei is not that easy to deal with. If he can't find what he needs, he will naturally come back to find someone with connections.

Xiao Xiao couldn't take a good breath and almost choked. It's not over yet!

Some people don't use it, and it won't wait until it expires.

In a few years, these teenagers won’t be as easy to manipulate as they are now.

She must use it first. After the shock of this wave passes, she may not be able to speak so well. So what are you waiting for? We must catch these people to tease them first.

Wei Wei was not so naive as to think that the parents of these people would never notice and let her intimidate them.

Sooner or later something will come out.

He called Tieniu, who had come to report stupidly, and walked to the scrap recycling station together.

This fool is so stupid that he hides at home without looking at others. It is estimated that he will not appear in front of Wei Wei without Wei Wei personally catching him.

Wei Wei unearthed a large amount of scrap iron at the scrap recycling station. The steel factory in Kyoto probably looked down on the scraps of mosquito legs.

The cost of remanufacturing is high and the output is low. How can we compete for excellence?

"Come to buy scrap metal?" Seeing Wei Wei looking through the scrap metal, the old man jumped up from his chair, leaned forward, pressed his hands on the table to support his body, suppressing his excitement.

"Yes, I can take a look first..." Before Wei Wei could finish his words, the old man strode forward, grabbed Tieniu, and led the people to the place where the scrap metal was piled.

"Look, these are all, how much do they cost?" I saw a private person selling scrap metal to a recycling station. This was the first time I saw a private person buying scrap metal.

It is not a sale to anyone, it is sold to the public, and the price is kept low, often not getting the money.

You must know that the waste recycling station is also public, and the caretaker also has to keep accounts. At most, he can make a profit from the difference.

Steel and iron are heavy, and if they are not sold to the public, who will buy them privately? But if you come to sell scrap metal, you can't do without it. Over time, it will become a bad debt.

I feel bad for the old man. If this recycling bin was his, he would never operate it like this.

After finally finding a private buyer of scrap metal, the old man wanted to have them all bought and taken away, otherwise he would lose another sum of money, and he would be able to take advantage of those shameless people who were enriching themselves.

So impatient?

I was shocked by the old man's enthusiasm and worried that the scrap metal was completely scrap metal, which would have no value in recycling it.

I squatted down and carefully pulled it, looked closely at the quality, and breathed a sigh of relief. Although the surface of many iron lumps was covered with oxides, when I looked closely, they were all good iron and could completely withstand the second remanufacturing process.

"How much does a pound of scrap iron cost?" Wei Wei looked at the pile of scrap iron. It must be a ton or two.

"If you want to leave, I'll give you ten cents per pound." The old man said, asking for everything to be paid for.

Wei Wei: I'm crazy, I'll give you the full package, and then I'll drink the northwest wind!

One ton is equivalent to two thousand kilograms. One kilogram is ten cents, and two thousand kilograms is 200 yuan.

Wei Wei, who only had more than 600 yuan on hand: ... turned out to be reduced to scrap metal that can no longer be used.

"But, you only charge five cents." Tieniu began to negotiate the price plausibly, and the old man was offended as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Go away, how long have you been living for five cents? Why don't you look at how old you are?" The old man was furious.

Hey, the two of them actually knew each other. No wonder Tieniu would take her to this recycling bin.

While the two were bickering, Wei Wei used his mental energy to scan the entire scrap recycling bin and found a lot of things that were urgently needed.

I quickly calculated the money in hand and the probability of getting the item.

"I can give you a full package, but you need to bring something with you."

"What?" Feeling a little urgent, he coughed lightly, "Don't go too far."

Wei Wei looked at each compartment as if taking a leisurely stroll, and finally stopped at one: "The rubber and wires inside."

The rubber was a semi-finished product. Wei Wei walked over and touched it with his hands, and found that it had gone through the process of soft rubber, pressing out, and tightening. If it could be removed, it would save a lot of effort.

The old man looked stiff. These soft rubbers were originally intended to be used as cushions. He wanted to try what it would feel like to sit on the sofa. Now that he thought about it, it would be good to use cotton cushions to cushion his buttocks.

As for the wires, those few meters were enough to serve as a base. As long as he could get rid of the pile of scrap copper and iron and prevent him from losing money, he could still make some profit from it.

The entire recycle bin is well organized, and you can easily find whatever you want. It shows that the old man has the intention to clean up. This kind of intention is the most rare, and it doesn't matter if he makes a little difference.

I wonder how Wei Wei would feel if he knew that a good semi-finished tire was going to be used as a seat cushion.

Ignorance is a blessing.

The old man did the math and found out that this pile of scrap metal was overweighted little by little when it came in. Until today, the old man picked up the record sheet and scanned it. There was a total of 1.58 tons. Totaling it up, it was...

"Only 350, no more." Wei Wei directed Tieniu to move out the semi-finished rubber and wires. He heard the old man calculating, not even planning to let go of the last 0.08. How is this done in business?

This is already a big disadvantage, okay?

The old man and Wei Wei were in sync with each other, and both felt that they were at a disadvantage.

Looking at the large tracts of "soft cushions" that were moved out, his brows jumped. The old man, who felt that he was at a greater disadvantage, blushed and said, "No, for this price, the seat cushions are extra, which costs 5 yuan."

cushion? Where did the cushion come from? Following the old man's line of sight, he was speechless. Although these pieces of rubber have no texture, can't you see that they are somewhat similar to tires? It has also been reduced to a cushion.

We all feel sorry for these rubbers, they are all the same, brothers are shining, they are lingering under their butts, fortunately...

"Okay, then there's no need to wrap the scrap metal. A small pile is enough. You don't need so much. If you buy it, it still takes up space."

Wei Wei didn't smile at the old man, but just picked some out by himself, showing off his attitude.

Wei Wei couldn't be more serious, commanding Tieniu to weigh, and it felt like Da Youfang just paid and left.

The old man was speechless, like a cock that had been strangled.

Between three hundred and five yuan and five yuan, choose with your toes. Wei Wei will also choose the one with less money.

Opening his mouth, and finally looking at the pile of scrap metal, the old man nodded with difficulty.

350! Wei Wei's heart ached, but thinking about the benefits these things would bring, he gritted his teeth and spent the money.

Without being polite to the old man, he and Tieniu took advantage of the recycling station's truck to move to Wei's house.

There's nothing you can do about it, it's too heavy. If it were a solid iron plate, there's nothing you can do about it. Fortunately, it was scrap metal that allowed two guys who were only 20 years old together to do this.