A scrap collection station comes to mind

Qingshan City, Xichuan Province.

The weather was extremely hot in the afternoon, and the cicadas on the trees on the street were chirping happily, which was the time of courtship.

"Young man, your business is really a sure profit."

Outside the Lanting Jiayuan community, a chubby aunt wearing a floral shirt looked at the young man in front of her who was paying her bill, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her words.

"It's just a casual meal. It's a small business. I'll put it together for you. 100 yuan, you count it!"

The young man grinned, took out a hundred-dollar bill from the leather bag wrapped around his waist, and handed it to the aunt's hand.

Behind the young man, there was a truck parked, and two shirtless uncles were moving a pile of scrap furniture into the truck.

"100 yuan is nothing! Young man, it's not what my aunt said about you, but your heart is too dark..."

The aunt took the one hundred yuan, and she seemed to still have some resentment in her heart, "Apart from anything else, I bought this washing machine for more than 3,000 yuan, so you only gave me 20 yuan, and the TV set cost more than 5,000 yuan, so you only gave me 50 yuan. , the most outrageous thing is that this sofa is made of genuine leather, and it cost more than 8,000 yuan, and you actually asked me to pay you 200 yuan. Isn't this a bit too shameful for you?"

Chen Muyu shrugged. Apparently he had encountered too many sellers like this. He just smiled when he heard this and said, "Auntie, you are selling it as scrap. This is the price. Just say this sofa, not to mention Whether it is made of cloth or leather, the key point is that no one is taking it as a second-hand sofa. I took it back and dismantled it, but I couldn’t find anything salable. I will help you dispose of it. It’s a hot day. It’s not easy to take a train, so the 200 yuan is considered hard-earned money for us..."

"Okay, okay..."

Song Dafen waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Chen Muyu's chatter, "I'm really scared of you. If I hadn't been in a hurry to vacate the house and decorate it, I wouldn't have sold it to you!"

It's not like Song Dafen didn't know this before. He had seen it before. Home appliances were fine and worth a little bit, but furniture was different. Nowadays, these scrap collectors are still picky and you still have to pay for it. Only if you give it to them will they be willing to help.

In comparison, the young man in front of her only charged her 200 yuan for furniture disposal, which was quite generous.

It’s quite depressing to think that I only got 100 yuan of furniture and appliances for a whole house.

But there was no way. The son wanted to decorate the wedding room when he got married. The woman made a request that everything should be new. In order to save some renovation costs, she did not ask the decoration company to help with the furniture and appliances. She thought that she could handle it herself and make some money by selling it.

Who would have thought that this would be the result? If I had known earlier, it would be better to let the decoration company handle it, which would save trouble.

Seeing that the decoration company will enter the market in two days, I have no choice but to sell it no matter how much I lose. 100 yuan is still money.

What a world!

Chen Muyu smiled and said, "Auntie, if I guess correctly, there will be a happy event at home soon, right?"

As soon as he said this, Song Dafen's expression relaxed and he finally put on a smile. He was very happy and said, "My son is getting married in the second half of the year. Aren't you busy decorating the wedding room?"

"Hey, congratulations on that!"

"Congratulations! In this world, getting married will wipe out all my money!"

"Auntie, you are so humble. With your face, you look like you are rich and powerful..."

Song Dafen was very happy with the scene, and the depression just now seemed to be forgotten.

"You're a young man, you're tall and handsome. What's wrong with you? What's the point of collecting scraps?" The aunt asked her soul question.

“It’s impossible not to do the family business!”

Chen Muyu was not embarrassed and replied jokingly. At this time, the car was already loaded next to him, "Okay, Auntie, let's leave first. If you have anything to sell in the future, just give me a call."

Before Song Dafen could say anything, Chen Muyu had already opened the car door, got into the passenger seat, smiled at her through the car window, and drove away with a car full of trophies.

…

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East City.

"Brother Shui, my dad just called and said that my third uncle's construction site has a bunch of iron racks that need to be disposed of. You can take someone over to have a look later!"

In the car, Chen Muyu took a sip of mineral water and rubbed his temples. He had not been idle since morning.

My family makes a lot of money by running this scrap collection station, but it is really tiring. I didn’t realize it when I was studying. Now that I haven’t found a suitable job after graduating from college, I have no choice but to come back to inherit the family business and really enter the world of scrap collection. In this industry, he really felt what hard work was.

"What? Aren't you going?"

Yang Shui is a worker at the scrapyard. He is less than forty years old. He is Chen Muyu's cousin, a very strong man.

Holding the steering wheel and taking a sideways glance at Chen Muyu, Yang Shui shook his head inwardly. This young boss, who spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, didn't look like someone who could eat their rice.

"I have a terrible headache. I'll go back and take a nap!"

Chen Muyu hammered his forehead, and his two eyebrows were wrinkled together. He felt uncomfortable when he just came out of the community. Now he feels even more uncomfortable. His head feels dizzy, as if someone is pumping him in, and he may feel uncomfortable at any moment. It's like it can explode.

"Don't be afraid of heatstroke. There is Huoxiang Zhengqi Water in the car..."

Yang Shui casually took out a box of Huoxiang Zhengqi water and threw it to Chen Muyu, "Your dad just asked you to come out to exercise and just show off. Don't work too hard. You are not like us guys who have nothing to sell." I have no strength at all, and I don’t even have any hope of getting ahead. I will be miserable in this life..."

Chen Muyu smiled bitterly. Yang Shui didn't have anything wrong with him. He just talked too much and was resentful and resentful.

"Xiaoyu, do you know the youngest Wang?"

"Youngest Wang? The old man who often mixes porcelain shards into paper shells?" Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment.

Yang Shui was talking about an old man who often came to their buying station to sell scraps. I heard he was over 70 years old and a lonely man. He had been making a living by picking up scraps. However, his character was not very good. To be honest, Chen Muyu had met him several times and found him pitiful. As long as it wasn't too much, he would turn a blind eye.

Yang Shui didn't say it was okay, but when he said that, Chen Muyu remembered that he hadn't seen Wang Laoyao for several days.

"You're not going to die, are you?"

Chen Muyu added that things like birth, old age, illness and death happen all the time, but when it happens to someone he is familiar with, it is still a bit emotional.

"Why die? I'm living a good life!" Yang Shui shook his head, "The old guy didn't know what kind of luck he had. He picked up a pair of blue and white porcelain vases in the scrap pile and sold them for 300 at Qinjialou. Duo Wan, tell me, why did such a good thing happen to him..."

3000000?

Chen Muyu was a little surprised, then shook his head and smiled, "No wonder I haven't seen him for several days, but is it reliable? Who did you listen to?"

"It's spread in the industry!" Yang Shui shook his head, with a look of regret on his face, "That old boy wanted to recognize me as his godson before. If he had known earlier, I would have accepted him as my biological father..."

"It's not too late!" Chen Muyu couldn't help crying or laughing, "This is called time and destiny. There is a time in life that must be there, but there is no time in life. Don't force it..."

That's what it's like to be in the scrap business. Although it's a bit harder, there are still surprises everywhere in life. Maybe one day you pick up something good and it turns out to be a success.

Yang Shui was still chattering, and Chen Muyu had a severe headache. He drank a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi water, leaned on the chair and closed his eyes to rest. After a while, he began to snore lightly.

…

Suddenly, there was a bang in his head, and Chen Muyu felt as if something cracked in his mind. Then he entered a state of weightlessness, and everything around him was collapsing crazily. There seemed to be a force pulling him down. It was lifted into the air, getting higher and higher and farther and farther.

It was dark all around, with stars dotted in the darkness, and he screamed loudly, but there was no reply.

Where is this? In a dream? Space?

Being in it, moving forward aimlessly, everything is dark, like being in the void of the Milky Way, and you can't even see your fingers.

Dreaming, you must be dreaming.

At this time, Chen Muyu felt quite awake and realized that he was dreaming. He scratched his face, but it didn't hurt at all.

I tried to wake up, but to no avail. After struggling for a while, I couldn't feel the existence of my body. It felt like a ghost was pressing down on the bed.

It is said that you think about something every day and dream about it at night. I didn’t dream about money, nor did I dream about beautiful women. Why did I dream about this dark place?

The feet were floating, floating all the way, and gradually seemed to adapt to the darkness. With the stars in the distance, Chen Muyu felt that he could already see something.

The place very far away was gray and chaotic, like a circle of dust mist.

When he was about to get closer and take a look, he saw a black shadow appearing in the mist. Chen Muyu felt a little guilty, imagining that some demons and ghosts would burst out of the mist in an instant.

The black shadow did not give Chen Muyu any time to be nervous, and soon broke through the gray mist, revealing his true appearance.

a mountain.

A large mountain that seemed to be several hundred meters high slowly floated towards him.

The mountain was dark and looked like an upside-down cauldron. Even from a distance, Chen Muyu could smell a smell of dust and decay.

Shocked, is this really a dream? I actually smelled it in my dream?

I scratched my face, but it still didn't hurt.

Seeing the black mountain getting closer and closer, Chen Muyu's heart beat more and more, and his instinct told him that he should get closer and take a look.

It’s in a dream anyway, so what are you afraid of?

Chen Muyu couldn't restrain his curiosity, so he got worried and leaned over.

…

This mountain is probably five or six hundred meters high. When you look closer, it is even more majestic. There is a flat land dozens of meters wide at the foot of the mountain.

The flat ground was very messy, with bottles, cans, scraps of books, scraps of paper and other debris scattered everywhere, just like a garbage dump.

Looking up, the mountain in front of me was dark and filled with all kinds of broken copper, iron, broken bottles and jars.

It wasn't exactly smelly, but Chen Muyu was really familiar with that rotten smell.

Isn't it right? Even in your dreams, you will never forget your old profession and come here to pick up garbage and waste products?

His face twitched slightly, and Chen Muyu couldn't laugh or cry. Could it be that he was thinking about things every day and dreaming about things at night?