Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

"Where did the fan come from?" he asked puzzledly.

Liu Yue, who was busy in the kitchen, pointed to the dining table and said with a smile, "This is a reward from your son's company. He said it's for my husband and me to enjoy."

Ye Yongshun walked closer to the fan, touched it, observed it, and was filled with joy.

He had been looking forward to buying an electric fan for a long time, but he never made up his mind because he felt sorry for spending a few dozen dollars.

I had thought that my son’s life would gradually improve after he started working, and my wish was to own one next year, but I didn’t expect that my child would get there first.

"This guy has grown up!" he exclaimed.

"Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner!" Liu Yue rolled her eyes at her husband, her words filled with a smile of relief.

When Ye Chuan walked into the room holding an imported radio, it was then quietly placed on the dining table.

Ye Yongshun, who was eating porridge at the time, saw the radio and almost spit out the food in his mouth: "This is..."

Liu Yue covered her mouth. There was an electric fan to relieve her boredom at noon, and an imported Taiwanese radio popped up in the afternoon. It was a constant surprise.

"Son, how do you explain this radio?" Ye Yongshun asked after he calmed down.

Lu Feiyang took a bite of the steamed bun, drank a mouthful of porridge to ease his stomach, and then said, "It just so happened that our unit had an extra radio, and there was a small problem with the circuit inside, so the director gave it to me.

I fixed it this afternoon in my spare time.

The one we use at home does have some problems.”

"You can repair radios?" Ye Yongshun asked in surprise.

"Dad, I've graduated from high school. This little trouble is nothing!" Ye Chuan boasted casually. He knew that his parents didn't understand high school knowledge.

The parents obviously believed it. They were so mysterious and untouchable with only a high school education, so they believed it even more for their son who also had a high school education.

Ye Yongshun no longer had any concerns and hurriedly moved the radio to the power source. After connecting it to the current and pressing the switch, sounds unique to this era came out of the radio with excellent sound quality.

"Wow, that's really good." Staring at the imported label, Ye Yongshun couldn't contain his love for it.

Liu Yue looked unhappy: "What's the point of watching it? Let's eat!"

Reluctantly returning to the dining table, Ye Yongshun took a big bite of the steamed bun, and glanced back at the radio from time to time.

"Dad, these are nothing. I'll get you a TV when I have time. Mom won't be bored at home and can watch some shows in her free time."

But Liu Yue disagreed: "Don't spend money recklessly.

I heard that TVs consume a lot of electricity, so if you have that budget, you might as well buy some dumplings to satisfy your cravings.”

Ye Yongshun and Liu Yue did not delve into the matter further and were immersed in the joy brought by their son.

Television will undoubtedly become the next target of family expectations.

Ye Chuan smiled slightly and said nothing.

This was his habit - he said no but longed for it deep down.

If we really gave her a TV, she would definitely be happier than anyone else.

"Dad, how's your work lately? It's so hot, if you sweat a lot, remember to put some salt in the water." He asked with concern.

Ye Yongshun smiled and replied, "It's not bad. I've been quite free these days. There's not as much work as before."

Liu Yue then asked: "Isn't the factory's performance good?"

Ye Yongshun shook his head: “No, there are three teams in the factory, but the position of loading and unloading team leader is vacant now, and Captain Ma is running back and forth.

When he's not around, we can take the opportunity to be lazy." He laughed as he spoke.

"This is troublesome. Can't we just promote one person to solve the problem?" Ye Chuan was slightly surprised.

"Who said it wasn't! But I just heard that Director Yang has decided to suspend this matter. I heard that the candidate has been chosen. I don't know why a loading and unloading team leader alarmed him, a senior executive." Ye Yongshun seemed to have nothing to do with him. He had no backing and it was impossible for him to be the team leader, so he didn't care about it at all.

However, these words made Ye Chuan's heart tighten.

Although the loading and unloading captain is not a high-ranking position, the factory boss is so concerned about him. Could it be that...

Maybe Director Yang was keeping a position for himself, expecting Ye Chuan to perform well at the steel mill so that he could promote his father to that position? That position seemed to be set up just for him?

In Ye Chuan's opinion, this is the only reasonable explanation.

If Director Yang was preparing this for someone else, he would have made it public or leaked the news long ago.

This position is too insignificant for the factory, so there is no need to make it so mysterious.

So he decided to make a trip to the steel plant in the near future.

But before that, he needed to deal with the radio in the system space.

He told his parents: "Dad, I have something to go out for tonight, please lend me your bicycle."

"The key is hanging at the door, take it yourself." Ye Yongshun answered casually.

Liu Yue asked with concern: "Son, where are you going?"

"There are some things to do, don't worry." Ye Chuan remained vague about this question.

It was almost eleven o'clock that evening, and the house and yard had become quiet, with only the chirping of autumn insects.

He opened the door quietly, pushed his bicycle, and walked out of the gate of the old courtyard carefully.

In his memory, it looked familiar, but the indigenous people had never set foot there.

It is about 20 minutes' drive from the Siheyuan, deep in the alley, where transportation is convenient and escape is easy.

After taking the genetic medicine, Ye Chuan's eyesight is far superior to that of ordinary people and he can see very clearly at night.

With his skillful driving, he easily found the vicinity of the market.

Before I even got close to the entrance of the alley, I heard a noise.

There were crowds of people, each squatting in a place. Customers would look around with flashlights, and once they found something they liked, they would bargain with the stall owner.

He locked his bicycle at the entrance of the alley and picked up a cloth bag containing a radio in one hand to conceal his identity just in case.

The area around the stall was extremely lively, crowded with all kinds of vendors, and all kinds of scarce supplies such as eggs, rice, flour and pork were piled up like mountains.

People held all kinds of bills in their hands, which looked dazzling.

After searching for a long time, Ye Chuan did not find any vendor selling electrical appliances. He couldn't help but wonder if his radio would stand out from the crowd here.

Ye Chuan found a spacious place and sat on the ground.

After unpacking the luggage, three brand new radios were revealed and quietly placed on the ground.

After starting his stall, he kept a low profile and did not dare to shout loudly for fear of attracting unnecessary inspectors.

When customers like something, they will choose to bargain quietly to reach a price that both parties are satisfied with.

Squatting in front of the stall, Ye Chuan was constantly being stared at by the dim light of the flashlight, but no one asked about the price.

After waiting for nearly half an hour and getting impatient, a middle-aged man in his forties slowly walked up to the stall.

The man did not ask a direct question, but instead picked up a radio and examined it carefully with an appraising look on his face.

After a long moment, he asked, "How much is a radio?" His voice was plain.

"Forty-five yuan!" Ye Chuan immediately quoted the price.

This radio is priced at 50 yuan in large shopping malls, but here it is only 45 yuan. Ye Chuan firmly believes that this is a reasonable price.

The middle-aged man was obviously a little surprised at the price. He lowered his head to check each radio one by one, and even looked at them carefully with the help of a flashlight.

Ye Chuan did not understand the other party's intention and guessed that he might have some doubts about the product.

"These are brand new, please rest assured." Ye Chuan added.

The middle-aged man nodded, and after confirming, he said firmly: "I want them all!" Then, he took out thirteen ten-yuan bills from his pocket, but after searching for a long time, he still couldn't get enough five yuan, so he had to pay a ten-yuan bill.

After receiving the money, Ye Chuan didn't have time to count it, and immediately took out the existing five dollars and returned it to him.

The middle-aged man held the three radios with difficulty and gradually disappeared into the night.

Ye Chuan, who was hoping for a lucky break, secretly rejoiced: I'm so lucky today, I sold three units as soon as I opened.

He had just lit up a cigarette when a vendor next to him suddenly asked, "Hey boy, are those radios really new?"

Unexpectedly, someone would pay attention to this.

Ye Chuan handed over a cigarette, his smile showing confidence: "Yes, all brand new."

The vendor took the cigarette and took a closer look, realizing it was from Daqianmen. He took a deep puff and asked cautiously, "You're new here, right? Why are you setting up this stall?"

Ye Chuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and replied: "Big brother, you have a good eye." This caused the other party to smile, and whispered: "It's not just me who noticed it, the person who bought your radio also noticed it."

Hearing this, Ye Chuan didn't understand what it meant.

"What's going on?" he asked curiously.

The other party just smiled and did not answer immediately.

Ye Chuan took the opportunity to take out the remaining half pack of cigarettes and handed it over, pleading in a low voice: "Brother, I'm new here and don't know much about the market. I hope you can give me some advice."

Taking the cigarette, the man squeezed it and put it in his pocket, laughing: "Ask me, how much does a radio in the mall cost?"

Ye Chuan didn't even think about it and blurted out, "Fifty dollars!"

There was a moment of silence after his words.

The man said slowly, “Fifty is good, but it also includes a radio ticket, and the lowest market price of this ticket here is seven or eight dollars.

I've seen people around here selling them for fifty, fifty-two, or even fifty-five dollars, but you're only selling them for forty-five... You're the first one!" He nodded meaningfully.

Realizing his mistake, Ye Chuan suddenly realized that he had overlooked a key piece of information - the bill fee.

His experience in his previous life told him that it would sell for 50 yuan in large shopping malls, but he did not consider the additional transaction links and simply calculated based on the market price.

The regret at this moment surged into my heart, as if I had been slapped in the face.

"Thank you, brother. This is my first time here and I don't have much experience."

The man laughed a few times and said nothing more.

Ye Chuan had already sold three radios here, and obviously could not bring out new goods in front of so many people, so he had to think of moving to another place.

When he stood up, he glanced at the nearby stalls and found a jade bracelet in an inconspicuous place that caught his attention.

"Brother, can you let me see that bracelet?"

The man hesitated for a moment. It was dark at night and it was difficult to see the items on the stall clearly.

"Little brother, you have a good eyesight!" He joked as he handed the jade bracelet to Ye Chuan.

"I just noticed it because I saw someone shining a flashlight in front of your stall." Ye Chuan took the jade bracelet and explained briefly.

The eldest brother nodded, deeply agreeing with Ye Chuan's explanation.

When I held the bracelet, I felt a chill running straight into my heart.

Ye Chuan only took a quick look and immediately determined that it was a Hetian jade bracelet from the Qing Dynasty.

The inner and outer circles are both oblate, with a unique shape that fits the lines of the wrist just like the slender waist of a willow tree in the Asiatic region, and is also called a bracelet.

This kind of jade bracelet is not regular and round, but oval. Legend has it that Yang Guifei of the Tang Dynasty especially loved it, so it is also called the "Guifei Bracelet".

"Brother, is this the only one?"

"Actually, I have another one. It's in my pocket!" As he said this, he took out a small red cloth bag from his clothes, which contained another bracelet.

Comparing the two bracelets, Ye Chuan was sure that they were a pair and were made of high-quality Hetian jade.

He smiled and said, "Brother, how much do you plan to sell this set of bracelets for?"

The man probably thought Ye Chuan was just looking at him casually and didn't expect his true intentions.

When I asked him the price, he said, "It's fate that our stalls are next to each other. If you really like it, you can take it away for ten dollars!"

In this era, ten yuan is considered a high price to buy a pair of such bracelets, but Ye Chuan admires the jade bracelets very much. He thinks he has no regrets buying them for ten yuan.

It is a great choice whether giving it to your future significant other or leaving it for future appreciation.

So he took out the banknotes and said, "Brother, I want to buy it!"

After storing the Qing Dynasty Hetian jade bracelet he had just obtained into the system space, Ye Chuan left with satisfaction.

The stalls are like a winding corridor, stretching for one or two hundred meters.

After walking through the corridor, Ye Chuan found an empty space and rearranged his three radios.

After a while, a young man of the same age came over, saw the radio on the ground, and squatted down to look at it without hesitation.

Among the three radios on the booth, one was imported. It was worth at least one hundred yuan in the department store and was often out of stock.

The young man first looked at a domestically made radio, nodded with satisfaction after confirming that it was correct, and then turned his attention to the imported product.

From the trademark and workmanship, it can be seen that it is a product from abroad.

Compared with domestic models, young people have been completely attracted by this imported radio.

He recently started dating a girlfriend who had strict requirements for their future wedding, one of which was "three spinning and one ringing" - three spinning cars and a bicycle with a ringing bell.

To this end, his father had to finally get a bicycle voucher, and he had to arrange the rest of the items himself.

This time he came here purely to try to find some good luck, and he originally planned to buy domestic products.

But now that I have seen this imported machine, I am immediately attracted to it.

"Brother, how much is this radio?" he couldn't help but ask.

If the elder brother had not reminded him before, this imported radio would have attracted Ye Chuan at the price of eighty yuan.

But now that he understood the situation in that place, he would certainly not offer a low price.

"This one is imported from the United States. It has outstanding sound quality. One hundred and twenty dollars each!" Ye Chuan quoted the price.

The young man was shocked by the sudden price. For him, one hundred and twenty dollars was almost enough to buy a sewing machine, which was obviously beyond his preset budget.