Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

In the Chinese market, the protagonists mainly buy GM songs and Peking Opera records, while most of the foreign ones are popular songs from many years ago.

Each record is in good condition, almost brand new, with a few showing signs of use. "This is too expensive, can it be cheaper?" The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "If you need a large quantity, I can lower the price a little."

Ye Chuan smiled and said, "To be honest, I want to buy it for my boss, but this price is too extravagant for me. I have just started working and I can't afford such an expense."

"Oh, your boss has high tastes, he also likes vinyl records." The middle-aged man was a little surprised. "Do you have more?" Ye Chuan asked. "There are a lot!" The middle-aged man walked to the street light, picked up a cloth bag from the ground, pulled out a large stack of records, and said, "It's quite a lot!"

Ye Chuan happily took them. Most of them were foreign records, with black signatures on the cover. It seemed that they were indeed prepared for the leader. "Brother, tell me what the bottom line is. If it's suitable, I want to pick some more."

The middle-aged man suggested, "Foreign tickets are 8 yuan each, and domestic tickets are 3.5 yuan each. It can't be any cheaper. After all, they take the lion's share, and I only earn a pittance."

Ye Chuan approved of his offer and nodded in agreement.

The last time she sold a TV, the old lady generously gave over a hundred dollars, obviously aware of the value of vinyl records.

He originally planned to select some only for the old lady, but in the process of searching he kept discovering impressive classics, so much so that he was reluctant to give up any of them.

Seeing Ye Chuan picking up the records one by one like picking cabbages, the middle-aged man was stunned. He had never seen such a large number of people buying vinyl records.

He remembered that even the biggest customer would buy three or four at most. After all, they were expensive, costing ten yuan each, and who wouldn't want to save some money?

Ye Chuan had already selected more than ten pictures, but still refused to give up. He only stopped when he was satisfied.

The middle-aged man suspected that he was joking, as no one bought vinyl records like this.

Will it be carefully selected after selection?

A few minutes later, Ye Chuan selected a record and stood up, asking the middle-aged man, "How much do you think it's worth in total?"

The middle-aged man was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment: "Do you want to buy all of them?"

Ye Chuan was surprised and said, "I have already chosen it, why don't you ask me about the cost?"

Suppressing his surprise, the middle-aged man carefully counted them, a total of 192.5 foreign tickets and 190 Chinese tickets, with a total value of yuan. "That's the total, brother, yuan for you."

Without hesitation, Ye Chuan took out 19 Great Unity coins and handed them to the middle-aged man, then took the record and left.

The middle-aged man was stunned when he saw the other party pay without hesitation.

I thought he would bargain and would be happy to accept even a ten yuan discount.

However, the young man walked away without even bothering to talk about a dime.

Ye Chuan put the twenty-eight records into his pocket without exposing them to the system space in front of the crowd. He walked forward leisurely carrying the heavy things.

After walking a few steps, he frowned.

The moment he closed his stall, someone seemed to be following him all the way.

I thought it was a coincidence, but now I find that it still follows me.

Is he being watched?

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. There are really some people in this world who are ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

He ignored the people following him and continued to illuminate each stall with his flashlight, concentrating on treasure hunting.

After walking around for more than ten minutes, Ye Chuan was convinced that the man was either following him by coincidence or deliberately.

He walked slowly toward the edge of the alley, and the man followed him at a moderate distance.

There happened to be an alley entrance in front of him. Ye Chuan immediately turned in and quickly put the package in his hand into the system space.

The man saw Ye Chuan turning into the alley and hurriedly jogged after him, but as soon as he entered the alley, a powerful force suddenly grabbed his neck and pressed him against the wall.

The blurry figure in front of him stared at him with a sneer on his face. "Friend, don't, cough, sorry, I don't mean to hurt you!" the man stuttered. "No intention to hurt? Then why did you follow me here?" Ye Chuan asked coldly, unconsciously increasing the strength in his hand.

The man's breathing began to become difficult, his cheeks flushed red, and he said intermittently: "My friend, please let me go first... I have no hostility."

Ye Chuan relaxed his strength a little, and a cold light flashed across his eyes. "Now tell me, what's going on with me?"

The man took a deep breath of fresh air. He didn't expect this guy to do it without asking.

He quickly said: “Brother, my name is Liu Jun, and I often buy things at low prices and sell them at high prices in this neighborhood to make a profit from the price difference.

I saw you were selling a radio and thought the price was not high, so I wanted to find a place where no one was around to talk to you. "

Staring into the other person's eyes, Ye Chuan saw that his eyes did not flicker or evade when he spoke, and seemed sincere, so he loosened his hand and let him go. "Trader, huh?" Ye Chuan confirmed. "Trader? Hey, what a coincidence, this word is quite appropriate.

I like this statement!" Liu Jun said with a happy smile.

Ye Chuan also laughed, forgetting that this term had not yet become popular in this era. It was only in the late 80s that it was used to specialize in buying and selling materials from the north and south to make profits.

At that time, all the traders would make a fortune without exception.

Liu Jun continued to ask: "Brother, may I ask your name?"

After thinking for a while, Ye Chuan replied: "My last name is Ye."

“Brother Ye, let me be frank, your style shows that you are a newcomer to this market.

People who live nearby won’t sell the radio cheaply. They’ll ask for at least $60, and the final price will probably be at least $55.”

Ye Chuan smiled and understood why the radio was sold so quickly in the market before. The price was indeed too low.

Liu Jun continued, "Since you think 52 yuan is not a bad deal, why don't I buy it, so I can make a few yuan profit.

This thing sells very well in the market. As long as the quantity is not too large, it is no problem to sell it for more than 55 yuan."

"Just tell me directly next time. Isn't it unfair for you to be beaten for this?" Ye Chuan said lightly. "How would I know you are so strong? You look so thin, but I didn't expect you have some martial arts skills.

I almost suffocated just now." Liu Jun smiled bitterly.

Ye Chuan laughed and said, "Actually, I can provide electrical products. I'll take as many as you want.

Not just radios, but fans, clocks and even televisions! "

Liu Jun's eyes lit up and he said, "As long as the quantity is not too large, I can handle it!"

"So you have some strength. What is the maximum range you can accept?" Ye Chuan asked with interest.

Liu Jun proudly replied: "As long as there are no more than five or six!"

Ye Chuan almost fell down when he heard this: "How dare you ask such a high price for only five or six units? I thought I could buy fifty or sixty units!"

Liu Jun smiled bitterly and said, "Boss, five or six machines cost three hundred yuan. How many ordinary people have so much cash at once?"

Ye Chuan thought for a moment and agreed with his point of view: "Okay, let's talk about this when we have a chance.

How can I find you in the market?"

"I keep an eye on the developments here almost every day. If you come here, whether it's news or something else you want to know, I can find it out for you within five minutes."

Ye Zichuan nodded: "Okay, got it. I'll ask you for help next time!" After saying that, he turned and left.

Liu Jun stared at Ye Zichuan with a smile. In fact, he had noticed this person last time. The number of more than ten radios in two rounds was not common, and it was a big deal.

If such resources can be connected, it will bring considerable benefits.

Suddenly, Liu Jun's smile froze, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost. "Oh my god, why is the vinyl record that guy just bought gone?"

Two days later, Ye Zichuan brought Han Pang to the director's office of the Beijing Second Electronics Factory.

When the factory director Mr. Sun saw him, he became even more enthusiastic and personally poured tea for the two of them, which made the director of the electronics factory office next to him envious. "Mr. Factory Director, you are too modest!"

Director Sun, who was not even 40 years old, pretended to be stern and said, "Ye Zi, don't be so reserved. Just call me Brother Sun. It's too formal!"

Ye Zichuan replied without pretense: "Brother Sun, I'm really sorry to bother you today."

"It's not a bother, not at all. Occasionally I'll ask you to write a couple of calligraphy pieces to hang in the office. Mr. Xu said I don't have much cultural accomplishment, so it's good to have a few pieces of calligraphy to improve myself."

Ye Zichuan laughed and said, "No problem, as long as you like it, I'm happy to do it."

Hearing that even the highly respected Mr. Xu praised his calligraphy, Director Sun was very happy. "Brother Sun, what does your Second Electronics Factory mainly produce?"

“We mainly produce electric fans, and of course a few radios, but the production volume is relatively small.

In fact, I wanted to talk to Mr. Xu about the possibility of introducing a fully automatic washing machine production line, but he has not given a reply yet.

This surprised Ye Zichuan a little: "Brother Sun, the most scarce product in the market is televisions, why don't we try to introduce a TV production line?"

Director Sun took a long puff of his cigarette and slowly explained his reason: "Ye Zi, you are an outsider now.

It's not that I don't want to import technology, but foreign technology is strictly controlled, and even if I buy it, I can only get their used products.

The Beijing TV Factory does produce its own products, but the quantity is very small.

Ye Zichuan nodded in agreement. The technical bottleneck was indeed an international limitation. Although he had the help of the system, he was unable to break through it.

Director Sun further said: "Ye Zi, there are two types of waste in our factory. The first type is unusable remaining parts, about seven or eight tons.

The other type is discarded household appliances that have no value for further melting, and the total amount is not large.

However, the price gap between these two categories is huge. You have to understand my difficulties. The supervision of the top management is very strict, so it is not easy to make a fuss in private. "

"I understand, don't worry, Brother Sun! I will handle it to the best of my ability." Ye Zichuan assured, as if he was worried that other people nearby might hear it.

After drinking a few cups of tea, Director Sun led Ye Zichuan into the warehouse. The two first checked the waste in the first warehouse, which contained various miscellaneous materials such as discarded plastics and rusty metal sheets.

When they arrived at the second warehouse, Ye Chuan almost lost his composure and screamed out when he saw it.

This is a large house of about 50 to 60 square meters, filled with gray old electrical appliances waiting to be disassembled and studied, but unfortunately no conclusion has been reached.

Although some gains were made, the complexity of the circuit boards made them impossible to replicate in production.”

"Foreign countries have extremely strict control over the export of precision instruments and technologies. Many ideas and drawings can only remain on paper. This is the crux of the problem." Director Sun exclaimed loudly, as if sighing for the current state of the industry. "Brother Sun, everything will be fine. When we become strong, we can also make the Japanese ask us for technology just like we blocked other people's technology!"

"I really wish I could witness this day with my own eyes," Director Sun sighed.

The warehouse is still filled with various radios, many of which are imported high-end products, and have been studied one by one by the technicians of the Second Electronics Factory.

Looking over, Ye Chuan noticed that there were five or six televisions, but most of them were nine-inch black and white models, both domestically produced and imported.

The porters were moving discarded items from the first warehouse into the truck. Ye Chuan and Fatty Han stepped into the second warehouse.

He selected things that suited his taste and put them on the flatbed cart. Soon, he had piled up ten televisions, more than forty radios, a dozen fans, two washing machines and a refrigerator.

Ye Chuan felt a little regretful. There were still more than a dozen televisions that were just empty shells, and the circuit boards inside had long been lost. He was afraid that even the system would not be able to restore those scrapped products into new ones?

"Ye Zai, what are these?" Director Sun was surprised to see the flatbed truck full of discarded appliances. "Brother Sun, our company often accepts broken or discarded appliances. I just want to save some for future use so that I don't have to buy new appliances when I get married." Ye Chuan patiently explained his intention.

Director Sun patted Ye Chuan's shoulder heavily and said generously: "Ye Zai, you underestimate me! On the day of your wedding, as long as it is electrical appliances in the factory, I will prepare them all for you for free.

Our own factory can produce it, do you still need to buy it?"

Ye Chuan was not modest, he just smiled and said: "Thank you in advance, Brother Sun."

Director Sun smiled but said nothing.

The items on the flatbed truck cannot be repaired. If they could be used again, they would have been excavated by technicians long ago. Perhaps only the shells can still be of some use.

Ye Chuan didn't mind this.

As long as the appearance and circuit boards can be preserved, the system can be repaired, and a few energy points can be turned into new home appliances. He felt that this deal was a good deal. "Fatty, drive back later and send these things back. We'll meet at the point." Ye Chuan ordered.

Fatty Han looked at the whole truck of scrap appliances and asked worriedly, "Brother Ye, are you okay alone?"

Ye Chuan replied disdainfully: "You look down on me, don't you?"

Of course there is no problem. After drinking the genetically modified potion, Ye Chuan can deal with opponents like Fatty Han like a piece of cake.

I don't ride on weekdays, just because I'm too lazy to move.

After saying hello to Director Sun, Ye Chuan rode his tricycle towards home.

After driving about four or five hundred meters, I found myself in a dead end and had to stop the car.