A scrap collection station comes to mind

Usually, Chen Muyu directly asks the system to recycle the waste products, and the system prices are not high. In reality, the waste depot run by his family is different.

In reality, the scraps taken back by Lantian Station will be classified if possible. Copper is sold at the copper price and iron is sold at the iron price. In this way, the price will be much higher than the price of selling the scrap directly.

In comparison, the things collected from the Wanjie Station before were basically not classified, and they did not have the ability to classify them. They were directly recycled by the system, and the price given by the system was naturally low.

Now, if it can be smelted in a resource regeneration furnace, Chen Muyu believes that the same waste products can be sold at a higher price.

Of course, Chen Muyu just thought this way. What the reality is, we have to make it in this first furnace to see.

After all, even if the price is higher, the cost of processing must be factored out. Fuel and time are all costs.

…

Just when I was about to go to sleep, my phone suddenly kept ringing.

Picking it up and taking a look, Tang Yudie and the others were chatting happily inside.

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. These sisters all live in Jingyun Temple. They can't see each other when they look up. If you have anything to say, just shout out. Is it necessary to chat in the group?

There are also many people who circle Chen Muyu and apply to be added as friends.

Chen Muyu did not dare to reply or speak, because he knew that if he spoke, my sisters and I would not be able to rest tonight.

"Yudie invites Qingyunzi to join the group chat!"

A message popped up, and Chen Muyu's face trembled. Isn't this Qingyunzi Bu Qingyun?

Looking at the profile picture, there is a back view and a sword. I don’t know where I picked up the picture. It looks a bit like an old or middle-aged person.

Tang Yudie then sent a private message to Chen Muyu.

"Senior Brother Chen, are you home?"

"Today we went to the city and bought a mobile phone for our ancestor. The senior sisters are teaching him how to use it!"

…

A video was sent.

Chen Muyu clicked on it and saw that the scene was quite noisy. Under the light, Bu Qingyun was holding a mobile phone, and several girls next to him were talking and chattering. Bu Qingyun had one head and two heads, but he couldn't talk to these little girls. They get angry.

Seeing his appearance, Chen Muyu couldn't help laughing.

It seems that this old antique also has a lot of fun when he has no choice but to act like he doesn't understand science.

"Qingyunzi requests to add you as a friend!"

A message popped up, and a black line appeared on Chen Muyu's forehead. He couldn't bear to pay attention to it, threw his phone aside, took a nap first, and came back when he woke up.

…

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There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning.

When Chen Muyu woke up, the number of messages on his phone was already 99.

There were so many messages in the group that Chen Muyu didn't even look at them. To his surprise, Bu Qingyun sent him a message.

And it's voice.

This is strange, but for an old antique like Bu Qingyun, he probably can only speak voice. He may be able to write by hand, but most likely he cannot speak simplified Chinese.

"Hello, is this Chen Muyu?"

"Chen Muyu, Chen Muyu, did you hear that? Thank you!"

…

In the bathroom, I was washing myself while listening to Bu Qingyun's voice.

Chen Muyu was so amused that he sprayed a mouthful of toothpaste onto the mirror.

Thank you?

Very polite, a real virtual network, real friends, everything is very good.

He could imagine what kind of funny look Bu Qingyun looked on when he was holding his cell phone and talking.

"Boy, why don't you reply to my words?"

…

The politeness did not last long. Later, Bu Qingyun obviously lost his patience and started to curse in his tone.

After washing up, Chen Muyu picked up his phone and said, "Senior, I fell asleep last night and just woke up!"

The voice message was sent.

Before Chen Muyu could come out of the bathroom, the message came again.

Doesn't this old man even sleep?

Chen Muyu complained in his heart, but still obediently clicked on the voice button.

"Chen Muyu, Chen Muyu, are you awake?"

…

Chen Muyu rolled his eyes. This senior is too cute. I haven't woken up. Am I talking to you while sleepwalking?

"Yeah!" He simply replied.

"Chen Muyu, have you had breakfast? What did you eat in the morning?"

"I haven't eaten yet, senior!"

"Then what are you going to eat?"

"puff!"

Chen Muyu had the urge to vomit blood, felt like a fly was flying around his ear, and wanted to throw his phone into the trash can.

Maybe he just felt it was novel. After all, an old man over a hundred years old had never used a mobile phone.

There were only girls in the audience, and the old man was too embarrassed to chat with anyone, so why not just talk to Chen Muyu?

Once he gets over the freshness of the past few days, he will naturally be fine.

Chen Muyu comforted himself in his heart.

"Chen Muyu, are you in Qingshan? Can I come and play with you?"

Another voice came over, and when Chen Muyu heard it, he rolled his eyes.

"Senior, I'm not in Qingshan..."

"Then where are you and when will you return to Qingshan?"

"I...I'm busy working outside, and it will be some time..."

"Then when Qingyue comes out of seclusion, I will come to Qingshan to find you. This mountain is full of women, so it's not very convenient..."

…

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Finally, Bu Qingyun stopped sending messages, and Chen Muyu felt like he was sweating all over.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have given Tang Yudiehui's signal at that time, otherwise what would have happened, it would be a mistake that would lead to eternal regret.

I took a look into my mind space.

Overnight, the smelting in the furnace was completed.

Chen Muyu turned on the stove.

A piece of black iron, the size of a fist, weighs 28 kilograms.

A lump of heavy iron, the size of a brick, weighs 30 kilograms.

Centennial peach wood, half a pole long, weighing 5 pounds.

Star sand, a small handful, weighed above, less than two taels.

…

After a night of smelting, the waste materials from yesterday's two bags have been separated.

I scanned it with the system and found that just a lump of black iron was worth 280 million.

Heavy iron costs 3 million, peach wood costs 500,000, and star sand costs 20 million!

Adding up the bits and pieces, the recycling price of the system has exceeded 300 million.

It was sold as scrap yesterday, and the recycling price given by the system was only 300,000.

A difference of 1,000 times, this is simply a huge profit.

300 million worth of wealth was obtained, but all Chen Muyu paid was Yang Yuan Stone as fuel and 5 hours of smelting time.

Two fifth-level Yang Yuan stones cost only 5 million each, and the total cost is only 10 million. Moreover, the two Yang Yuan stones have not been completely burned, and one of them has half of it left.

The effort and gain are simply exponential growth.

After counting, there are still 28 bags of waste in total. If they can bring such a considerable return to themselves, 2 bags of 300 million, then when these wastes are processed, it will be a wealth of 4.5 billion.

Sure enough, this is the function a scrap collection station should have!