Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Ye Chuan saw the young man's hesitation and said, "Hey, you're going to use it for your wedding, right?"

The young man nodded in agreement: "Yes, it is too difficult to get these bills on hand now, so I just came here with the mentality of trying my luck.

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Ye Chuan pretended to be experienced and said, “My friend, money is flowing like water, but such good opportunities are rare.

Look at this imported radio. You have to queue for a long time in the mall. It is really worth the one hundred and twenty yuan.

“He was really stating the facts.

Although the young man understood that Ye Chuan's words made sense, the price was too high for him. He had just been working for a little over a year, and most of the money for the wedding preparations came from his parents' hard savings over the years.

"But it's really expensive!" said the young man with an embarrassed look on his face.

“I understand your struggle, man.

How about this, I'll lower it to $110. You won't find a lower price anywhere in the city.

"Ye Chuan coaxed.

The young man was conflicted inside, comparing in his mind that if he had not seen this imported radio, he would have been quite satisfied with the domestic brands.

But he worries that with better options available, the future user experience may be unsatisfactory.

Finally, the young man made up his mind: just grit his teeth and buy it! He clenched his fist and took out ten large-denomination RMB notes and handed them to Ye Chuan.

"Okay, I've got the deal!" Ye Chuan took the money and handed over the radio with a smile.

Not bad, an extra one hundred and ten dollars.

Ye Chuan actually doesn't mind the price. The cost of these radios is minimal, and every extra unit sold means a profit.

The vendor at a nearby stall saw this and felt envious, as he had been waiting for two whole hours to sell just a few baskets of eggs.

He couldn't help but sigh: "Dude, you can really come up with a new machine, it's amazing!"

Ye Chuan smiled but said nothing: "Hey, it's just a way to make a living.

“In fact, he also understands that in a city like the capital, goods will always sell better.

The businessman said regretfully: “Everyone says the things here sell well, but I waited for three hours for the long-distance bus and only sold a fraction of them.

"

Ye Chuan suggested: "You can come earlier, this location is too remote now.

If you go to a crowded area, your eggs might have already been sold out.

But you have to be careful and don't block the road.

This is the entrance to an alley, and inspectors can easily find it.

"

After hearing this, the man was stunned for a moment, then said gratefully: "Oh, so that's how it is, thank you for reminding me.

I will adjust the position.

"

While the two were talking, a middle-aged lady came over. She picked out a radio without hesitation and paid fifty-two dollars for it readily. The whole transaction took less than a minute.

In the end, Ye Chuan only had one radio left.

He planned to call it a day and go home to rest after selling this one.

The businessman exclaimed: "You are so quick, you sold out two machines in the blink of an eye. Brother, can you make a dozen dollars more from the remaining one?"

Ye Chuan smiled and said, "Who knows."

This made the other party realize that the question he had asked before was too straightforward and no one could accurately predict the profit amount.

After the two chatted for a while, the last remaining buyer, a sixty-year-old man, finally arrived. He haggled for five minutes and finally agreed on fifty yuan. After paying, he left satisfied.

After packing up, Ye Chuan curiously asked about the price of the eggs: "Brother, how much do you price those eggs?"

“Six copper coins each.

' replied the old man.

When Ye Chuan heard the price, he felt it was affordable.

At that time, eggs in the supply and marketing cooperative were sold for five cents each, but if you had to buy them with a ticket, the extra cent charged by the seller was not considered excessive.

“How much do you have left?”

"I originally bought 100, and I just sold 15. Now I still have 85!"

"Brother, please do the math, it's all mine!"

Hearing this, he was a little confused: "Are you really going to buy my eggs?"

Ye Chuan smiled and replied: "Do you think I don't want to sell it?"

The man hurriedly said, "Sell, sell, wait a minute, brother! Let me calculate the price." Then he lowered his head and muttered silently. After several minutes, he raised his head and said, "The total is five dollars and eleven. I'll only charge you five dollars."

After taking the five dollars, Ye Chuan looked at the eggs in the basket and felt a little worried.

"Big Brother, I don't have pockets, how can I put the eggs in it?"

He smiled generously and said, "You can take this basket. I will go back and weave another one. We have plenty of bamboo strips."

During this period, Yi Zhonghai's mood was like the weather. He was happy that he could work with Qin Huairu, and sometimes he did something "edge ball", which made him feel ethical.

But he was also worried: Qin Huairu's clumsiness was really a headache.

No matter how many times she was taught, she could not grasp the job. Even though she had worked in the machine repair group for many days, she could only perform basic operations.

In Workshop No. 6, which is staffed by highly skilled technicians, Qin Huairu seemed like an outlier, and her clumsy movements caused others to frown.

Team leader Director Song always felt annoyed when he saw her working. After all, she was recommended by her master, so he couldn't say anything directly and just turned a blind eye.

"Huai Ru, focus more on your work. When you go home, take some time to think about benchwork skills. If you don't understand something, ask Dong Hai or me." Yi Zhonghai said to her anxiously, hoping that she could improve.

Qin Huairu lowered her head and replied, "Yes, I know, Master Yi." He was well aware of her perfunctory attitude, so he sighed helplessly and returned to his job.

Qin Huairu did her job silently and could only handle basic component processing.

Although I am busy with work, I miss home very much.

Since the incident involving Jia Dongxu, his temperament changed suddenly. He would lose his temper and scold people at any time. Banggeng and Xiaoshi were often scolded.

The mother at home does nothing and waits for Qin Huairu to come home to cook all day long. The money she holds on to depends solely on Qin Huairu's past savings.

Faced with her sons' desire for delicious food, Qin Huairu was helpless.

"Qin Huairu, what's wrong with you...Master Donghai, please come over and take a look," said Director Song, the workshop director, angrily, standing behind.

Yi Zhonghai's heart trembled, he took a quick look and his expression changed.

There should have been no mistakes in the production of basic components that Qin Huairu was responsible for, but the amount of waste products she produced was more than half.

"Huai Ru, this is too much of a joke." Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but get angry.

Realizing that she was uneasy, Qin Huairu lowered her head and looked at the blurry things between her fingers, revealing an expression that looked like she was about to cry.

"Alas..." Director Song shook his head and walked away. He was already accustomed to such scenes. Whenever he criticized Qin Huairu, all he was left with was a pitiful look.

Yi Zhonghai had no choice but to help her solve the problem at hand.

The phrase "We have plenty of bamboo strips there" used by Yi Zhonghai is a dialect slang, expressing the abundance of local resources.

Ye Chuan stretched lazily at the rear of the tricycle.

It was almost midnight when he got home last night, and he was so sleepy that he almost fell directly onto the pillow.

Ye Chuan was awakened by the call. He finished his breakfast in a half-awake state, yawning all the way as he set out on his way to work.

The work in the morning was heavy. Every time I wanted to take a break, a recycler would come to sell the waste. He had already made two trips to and from the business point to deliver the waste.

At lunch time, Ye Chuan almost fell asleep at the table. After he finished eating with all his might, he went to the lounge assigned by Director Tang. Not long after he lay down, he fell into a deep sleep.

Teacher Han’s fat body awakened Ye Chuan from his slumber. After waking up, he felt full of energy and clear-headed.

Teacher Han is familiar with Ye Chuan's habits. In the afternoon, he will find a fixed place to collect second-hand electrical appliances.

Riding his tricycle, Mr. Han drove straight to his usual parking spot.

Ye Chuan leaned against a tree, holding an old book in his hand. He took out the Hetian jade bracelet he sold last night and studied it carefully.

The bracelets are made of exquisite craftsmanship and the jade is delicate and smooth. Although they are not as precious as ten kilograms of white flour nowadays, their value will be at least over one million RMB in a few decades.

As he was staring at the jade bracelet in a trance, suddenly a familiar white light illuminated his vision. It was fleeting but allowed Ye Chuan to see the scene clearly.

Excited, Ye Chuan opened the system panel and almost cheered out loud when he saw the number of energy points.

Last night's energy point was 129, and now it has risen to 629, which means that this pair of Hetian jade bracelets has injected 500 energy points into him.

The energy points of a pair of exquisite bracelets are ten times higher than those of a Tang Dynasty bronze mirror, which shows that the more exquisite and precious the item is, the higher the energy value it can release.

Through yesterday's radio sales, Ye Chuan deeply understood the actual utility of energy points, which is related to his quality of life and lifestyle in this era.

Looking at the personal profile in the system, Ye Chuan's energy and wealth have increased significantly.

Level 3, named Ye Chuan, years old, works in the waste recycling industry.

I currently have 629 energy, nearly six hundred in cash, and some savings certificates, so I live a worry-free life.

Next, he looks forward to making new progress in his career.

Just as Ye Chuan was thinking about his future direction, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Comrade, you guys are here to collect waste, right?"

He and Teacher Han looked up at the same time and saw a middle-aged man about fifty years old, wearing glasses and exuding a strong scholarly aura.

"Sir, where are you going? If it's too far, I'm afraid I won't have time today.

"Ye Chuan responded.

“It’s not far, we’ll be there soon.

"The other party replied with a smile on his face.

"That's no problem, you go first and we'll meet up in front.

"Teacher Han got on the tricycle, while Ye Chuan chose to chat with the middle-aged man side by side instead of sitting in the back.

The man's surname is Li. He is the deputy chief of the General Affairs Department of a high school. The school is about to start in two weeks, and a warehouse for storing miscellaneous items needs to be cleared, so he asked Ye Chuan and his team for help.

Chengwen High School is an institution with a long history. It was a well-known school before the Anti-Japanese War. Later, it was renamed Chengwen High School and has a high reputation in Beijing.

The school building adopts the classical style of Ming and Qing Dynasties, with a strong ancient charm and reflecting the passage of time everywhere.

Ye Chuan followed Teacher Li and observed everywhere.

When we reached the door of a room, Teacher Li instructed: “Just clean up this area.

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