A scrap collection station comes to mind

Beicheng Tianjie, Qingfeng Garden, small villa area.

The new house that my family bought the year before last year cost almost three million including decoration. In Qingshan City, this price can be regarded as an average luxury house.

There is a kindergarten less than 100 meters away from the community and an elementary school next to it. It can be said to be one of the best in the entire Qingshan City.

It is a good school district house. It is for this reason that when I first looked at the house, my mother fell in love with it at first sight and waited for Chen Muyu to get married, have children and go to school.

It's a pity that the plan couldn't keep up with the change, and my son is not living up to expectations. He is a very handsome guy, and he is still single now.

In the living room, after dinner, my father sat at the dining table, smoking a cigarette. The ashtray was almost half empty.

The mist was lingering, the smell of cigarette smoke filled the room, and melancholy was written on Chen Jianzhong's honest face.

"Dad, are you really planning to sell the buying station?" Chen Muyu asked cautiously.

Chen Jianzhong blew out a long puff of smoke and didn't speak for a long time.

At this time, my mother came out of the kitchen and wiped the table with a handkerchief, "His father, if you want me to tell you, sell it. We can't afford to offend Qin Hong. Besides, the scrap business is not only hard work, but also It's easy for others to look down on you, and it will make it difficult for our son to find a girlfriend. Just sell it and find a more respectable job..."

The gold chain around Xu Yanfen's neck shook. She was a capable and pragmatic woman. In her eyes, her son ranked first, and her husband and money tied for second.

Next to him, Chen Muyu shrank his neck. In the past, if his mother said such things, his father would definitely lose his temper. After all, the buying station was left by his grandfather and was considered an ancestral property.

However, this time, for the first time, Chen Jianzhong didn't speak to him, as if he didn't hear him, he was still smoking a cigarette.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Chen Muyu felt something was wrong.

Chen Jianzhong shook his head and said nothing.

Mom said, "Your dad had an old comrade who fell ill and passed away some time ago. The family owes a huge debt, and creditors come to make trouble every day. Now, your dad knows about it and wants to help him pay off the debt!"

Chen Muyu looked at his father in astonishment, "Dad, why didn't I hear you say that?"

Chen Jianzhong looked stern and pressed the butt of his cigarette in the ashtray, "He saved my life. As the saying goes, life-saving grace is greater than God. Not to mention repaying the debt, I should have given him my life." "

"Dad, are you talking about the uncle Xu Haoran who picked you up from the ice cave?" Chen Muyu thought about it, and he had heard his father tell this story about that year.

Chen Jianzhong nodded, feeling a little excited, "If you hadn't saved me back then, your Uncle Xu wouldn't have fallen ill. I've been asking about his whereabouts over the years, and finally found him, but I didn't expect..."

"dad……"

"Xiaoyu, tell me, should Dad help him pay off this debt?"

"Uh...yes, of course!"

Chen Muyu nodded. Of course, the life-saving grace must be repaid with life. Otherwise, wouldn't he become a wolf-hearted person?

You know, if dad had died, Chen Muyu would have been gone too, so I saved two lives.

After hearing Chen Muyu's answer, Chen Jianzhong's brows finally relaxed a little.

"Dad, how much money does Uncle Xu's family owe?" Chen Muyu is quite reasonable. The family should have some savings over the years. How could his father have the idea of ​​selling the buying station?

"More than two million!" Dad spit out a number.

"So many?" Chen Muyu was a little surprised.

Considering Chen Muyu's family conditions, two million is not a lot, but it is not a small number either.

"I don't object to this matter, but the money my family has earned in the past few years has basically been used to buy real estate, and the account only has one million or so. To make up such a sum all at once..." Mom said There was some embarrassment on the side.

Chen Muyu drooled a little after hearing that his mother had taken over the family fortune. If he could manage the accounts by himself, how much wealth would he be worth.

Dad lit up another cigarette and said, "I've thought about it. Your mother is right. Our industry is not very respectable. In the past two years, business has become increasingly difficult and our income has become less and less. In addition, Qin Laosan has targeted us again. With his temper, since he has come to talk, he must achieve his goal. It is better to do less than to do more. As long as he pays the right price, give it to him if he wants it!"

After saying these words, Chen Jianzhong seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, and he took out a long puff of cigarette.

"dad!"

Chen Muyu felt a little touched, "Actually, there's no need to be so anxious. Maybe I can help..."

Although Dad said he wanted to sell it, from the fact that he was avoiding Qin Hong, it could be seen that Chen Jianzhong was a little hesitant in this matter.

"I'm not in a hurry? But your Uncle Xu's family is in a hurry. People come to your door every day to harass and threaten you. Who can withstand it?" Chen Jianzhong glared, "You can't even feed yourself, how can you help?"

Chen Muyu sweated, but he couldn't say that he had a painting in his hand that might be sold for a good price. After all, it was not certain whether it was real or fake. Even if it was real, it was just a fragment. painting!

…

Before going to bed at night, my father was still sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette.

Chen Muyu ignored him and closed the door to study the Wanjie Scrap Collection Station in his mind to see what functions it had. Why did this thing suddenly come to his mind?

Unfortunately, I can’t do anything without money.

"The host can now have 1 recycler. Do you want to recruit them?"

A piece of information suddenly appeared in Chen Muyu's mind, which was a bit inexplicable.

Recruiting recyclers?

It should be the same as recruiting workers at the purchasing station, right?

After a moment of hesitation, Chen Muyu directly chose OK.

"The recruitment information has been sent out, host please wait patiently!"

Another piece of information appeared in my mind, and then it seemed like it was lost in the sea, without any response.

"That's it?"

After waiting for a long time and receiving no response, Chen Muyu complained and went to bed.

…

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Early the next morning, Chen Muyu first went to the bank and checked his account.

The balance of 2000 is indeed bound to the system wealth value.

I have to sell the painting in my hand quickly, otherwise, my father may really have to sell the collection station left by my grandfather.

After coming out of the bank, Chen Muyu took a taxi to Xicheng with some hope.

…

Qingshan City is neither big nor small. It took more than half an hour to go from the south gate to the west gate.

There is a flea market in Ximen called Huanhuayuan Garden, and everyone knows it by its name.

Huanhuayuan is a shantytown, one of the few remaining old neighborhoods in the city. It lacks management and gives the impression that it is quite chaotic. It is also engaged in second-hand goods trading. There are many people selling fake cigarettes, wine and antiques. Yes, there are all kinds of monsters and monsters.