Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

But I can give you five dollars, what do you think? "Five dollars is still a big gap compared to the cost of buying a manual vacuum cleaner, but Aunt Zhang is quite satisfied with it, so she nodded in agreement.

He took out five dollars from his pocket and handed it to Aunt Zhang. Then Ye Chuan took the vacuum cleaner and left with Aunt Yu.

Afterwards, Aunt Yu took Ye Chuan to visit several neighbors, but most of what he got were old tape recorders and electric fans, and he didn't find any electrical appliances he liked.

After going around the full circle, Aunt Yu seemed to be slightly out of breath.

Ye Chuan quickly said, "Aunt Yu, I'm so sorry to have you accompany me on this journey.

You should go home and have a rest."

"It's nothing. Compared to your hard work, mine is nothing. You're busy outside every day, exposed to the wind and sun, it's really not easy." Aunt Yu said with a smile.

When he got downstairs, he found some waste paper and books in the back compartment of the tricycle. After Ye Chuan piled his things on there, he yawned unconsciously.

There weren't many items received today. Apart from my own discarded electrical appliances, most of them were just some waste paper and old notebooks.

Fatty Han first drove his flatbed truck back to the courtyard, and seeing that it was still early, he headed towards the front gate.

He had seen a shop selling pens here before and had planned to buy one as a gift for Tong Yao, but he never found a suitable opportunity.

Fatty Han stopped the flatbed truck in front of the store, lit a cigarette, and waited patiently for Ye Chuan.

After Ye Chuan stepped into the store, he saw the counter filled with domestic brand "Hero Pens", and he felt a little disappointed.

Parker gold fountain pens could only be purchased at the famous Friendship Store, and required foreign exchange coupons, but Hero fountain pens were relatively affordable and could be purchased with only industrial and mining coupons.

The clerk saw Ye Chuan enter the store, glanced at him, and didn't say hello. She had already seen that he got off the flatbed truck parked nearby.

The double-sided sign hanging on the front of the flatbed truck clearly marked "waste recycling" and "electrical appliance purchasing", and it was obvious that Ye Chuan was a scrap buyer.

Beijing Material Recycling Company was formerly Beijing Waste Material Company. It changed its name in recent years. Although it sounds more elegant, it still cannot avoid being looked down upon.

Although Ye Chuan's clothes looked neat, they were inevitably stained with some stains.

The clerk didn't expect this kind of customer to buy at all.

How could a poor scrap vendor, who was not even sure whether he could read or not, afford an expensive Hero pen?

Ye Chuan ignored the salesperson's performance. He was already accustomed to the service attitude of this era. Instead of getting unnecessarily angry, he decided to wait and see.

He bent down and browsed carefully at the counter. The price of pens in the entire counter was between two and three yuan, and the main products were classic Hero 100 pens.

He had a deep impression of this fountain pen in his mind. It was a common one in the antique market in his previous life, but the quality was worrying and it was not often used. "How much is this Hero 100 fountain pen?" Ye Chuan asked politely. "It's on the price tag, don't you check it yourself?" The female clerk leaned back in her chair and looked listless. She rolled her eyes at Ye Chuan with a dissatisfied tone.

The pens on the counter were indeed marked. The Hero 100 model was yuan per piece. Only the price was shown, but no ticket was found. "I'm asking if I need a receipt." Ye Chuan was also a little unhappy. Although such situations were common, it was not a reason to shirk responsibility. "An industrial voucher!" the salesperson replied stiffly.

Although the Hero 100 fountain pen is a good choice, Ye Chuan still feels that it is a bit ordinary and popular. "Comrade, is there a better fountain pen to choose from?" he asked patiently.

The salesperson thought Ye Chuan was deliberately making trouble. What use does a scrap collector have for a fountain pen? Is it to record how much scrap he collected every day?

Even if he wanted to buy a fountain pen, Hero 100 would be more than enough. But he insisted on choosing a good one. Could he afford it given his financial situation? He was obviously tired and listless. Was he disrupting the order of the store?

In anger, the salesman came to the counter and took out two small boxes of pens from the bottom with dissatisfaction, looking unwilling. "Don't you want to buy something better? I brought the Huafu 12K gold fountain pen over here. This one costs 16 yuan!" He said the price with a contemptuous smile. "12K gold fountain pen? 16 yuan each?" Ye Chuan asked in surprise.

The salesperson sneered. This guy's half-month salary might not be even 16 yuan. He would definitely be shocked when hearing this price, right?

"What's wrong? You can't buy it? Are you scared? Is it necessary for a rag collector to buy a pen?" The salesperson said sarcastically, completely ignoring the other party's question.

However, Ye Chuan was not touched by his ridicule.

What really shocked him was how ridiculously low the price was.

The so-called 12K refers to the gold content of 50%, but a pen only costs 16 yuan. Ye Chuan originally thought it would cost at least 16 yuan or more. "Only yuan? Are you sure it's authentic?" he asked.

The salesperson was stunned. Ye Chuan just asked "only..." What was this kid talking about? The concept of a gold pen for 16 yuan is enough for a family to live on for a month.

Ye Chuan nodded indifferently.

He knew that this was a product of the Huafu Fountain Pen Factory, which was once the predecessor of Hero and is now a mixed-ownership enterprise with a long history of more than 30 years.

Ye Chuan ignored the salesperson and said directly: "I want two Hero 100s and two gold pens. Please pack them for me!"

"Huh?" The salesperson's expression froze, and he confirmed again in disbelief: "You...you mean two Hero 100s and two gold pens?"

Such a purchase combination would cost nearly 37 yuan, and the salesperson would receive a commission of nearly two yuan.

It is common for some people to treat guests like this, but this is not the case with Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan confirmed it again with a stern face.

In an instant, the salesperson's smile changed quickly, and he quickly took out four pencil cases from the box and placed them on the counter.

The salesperson said respectfully, "Comrade, please keep it.

The fountain pen costs 37 yuan, and 12 industrial coupons are required. "

Ye Chuan took out the corresponding price and ticket stubs, picked up four pencil cases, and turned to leave.

Before leaving, he shouted to the salesperson: "You are a clerk serving the people, you must treat everyone equally! Don't look down on me, there is dignity in collecting scraps!"

After returning to the business location to have lunch with Fatty Han, the two of them stayed in the house to escape the heat all afternoon.

Although it is after the beginning of autumn, the heat is still raging, making people feel drowsy under the sun.

There was a lack of shade at the weighing area, so Ye Chuan sat quietly in the shady corner and watched the deputy director's busy and intense work. The two bottles of soda bought from the supply and marketing cooperative beside him and the occasional smoke set off each other nicely.

When the deputy director talked about this, he felt extremely upset but helpless.

Director Tang has not made a clear statement, so it is even more difficult for him to intervene.

Director Tang certainly had no time to deal with such trivial matters. His superiors were interested in cultivating him, and his promotion was all thanks to Ye Chuan, so he chose to let go and indulge him.

With only ten minutes left, Ye Chuan got himself ready and strode out of the office building towards Red Star Primary School.

No one stopped him, and no one commented. Ye Chuan was the only one in this business point who enjoyed such exclusive treatment.

When we arrived at the gate of Hongxing Primary School, it was just in time for the students to get out of class. The clock showed around five o'clock.

Ye Chuan thought to himself that he really should buy a watch, as he could only vaguely estimate the time.

Not long after, Tong Yao and Ran Qiuye appeared on the campus together. Both of them were as beautiful as flowers and became an attractive scenery.

Seeing Ye Chuan standing at the school gate, Tong Yao's eyes sparkled and a bright smile appeared on her cheeks.

Coming closer, Ran Qiuye smiled and teased, "I feel like your relationship has gone beyond the scope of colleagues, right?" Tong Yao's cheeks flushed and she nodded in confirmation. "You are really amazing. You have chased after the school beauty of our Beijing Normal University and the most beautiful teacher in Hongxing Primary School." Ran Qiuye said with a smile, but a trace of loneliness hidden deep in her eyes quickly passed by. "Ye Qiu, don't mention this." Tong Yao retorted with hot cheeks. "Our beautiful Yaoyao is shy.

Okay, I won’t bother you, I wish you a wonderful date! "Ran Qiuye waved and left generously. "Goodbye, Teacher Ran. "Ye Chuan responded with a smile.

After Ran Qiuye left, Ye Chuan held Tong Yao's hand and asked softly, "Yaoyao, did you miss me when you didn't see me?" Tong Yao retorted playfully, "Who misses you? You're so shameless!" Although she said this, she couldn't help but steal a glance at him, afraid that he would misunderstand and get angry.

Of course, Ye Chuan wouldn't really respond angrily.

The relationship between them is no longer just friendship. They understand each other thoroughly and know when to say sweet words and when to joke around.

He grabbed the other person's hand tightly, and the two of them walked straight towards the school gate.

Tong Yao tried to break free, but Ye Chuan held her tightly, so she finally chose to submit.

The warmth from his palm made her face redder and her heart beat faster.

Ye Chuan fumbled in his trouser pocket, took out an exquisite pen case from the system space, and handed it to Tong Yao. "Yaoyao, this is for you." Like magic, it suddenly appeared in front of her.

When Tong Yao saw the gift box, a sweet smile appeared on her face. When she opened it, she gasped.

She was familiar with the Huafu 12K gold pen model. She had wanted to own one soon after she started working, but when she saw the price of only 16 yuan, she couldn't bear to buy it.

Tong Yao didn't know Ye Chuan's exact income, but she roughly guessed it was around 30 or 40 yuan. The value of this gold pen was more than half a month's salary for him.

Therefore, she declined politely, "Chuan, this gift is too valuable, I can't accept it!" After that, she closed the lid of the box and returned it to Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan smiled lightly, held Tong Yao's hand tightly again, and continued in a low voice: "If we are just ordinary friends, this gift is indeed precious.

But you are my girlfriend and maybe someday my wife.

In my eyes, nothing is more precious than you.

As an emotional creature, Tong Yao's heart was filled with joy and emotion after hearing such an emotional confession.