The Great Era of Siheyuan

Subjugating Yan Jiecheng was just a whim. He needed a helper anyway. Although Yan Bugui was not very useful, he could report some gossip to him and give him some help.

As for whether or not to help him get rich, that depends on whether he can get things done today. If he really does a good job, he doesn't mind helping him. If he doesn't do a good job, he will definitely not take the money for nothing. The people who want to take advantage of him haven't been born yet!

After Yan Jiecheng picked up the money on the ground, his mind was filled with thoughts of changing his fate and making a name for himself.

Li Wenqiang was right. If you want to get rich, you have to compete with others. It is because you are too cowardly that you are always bullied.

Thinking back to the days when we ate mixed grains, wild vegetables and pickled vegetables at home, and then looking at those fat guys in the restaurant drinking, eating meat and hugging women. No matter what year they were in, those people lived a prosperous life, but he could only watch from a distance, watching them eat delicious food, drink spicy drinks, and play with those women he dreamed of touching. He didn't want to live this kind of life anymore, he wanted to make money, eat meat, and have women!

Yan Jiecheng, with an excited heart, ran into the alley without looking back.

Over the years, apart from other things, he knew many of the street gangsters and old gangsters. He wasn't familiar with them, but he knew quite a few of them. It wasn't difficult to find a few of them, but it would take some effort to find someone who could beat Sha Zhu.

"Collecting junk! Exchange for matches! Scrap copper and iron, goose feathers and duck feathers for matches, foreign needles, foreign thread, and vanishing cream! Collecting old batteries, broken glass, rags, and old cotton!"

Wang Junjie's loud voice echoed in the alley, and from time to time some residents would bring some sparse items to him to exchange for needles, matches or foreign thread. These were the things they liked to exchange the most, as they were always needed at home.

Garbage recycling is a science, and the categories of recycled items are shockingly detailed, including chicken and duck feathers, waste batteries, toothpaste tubes, meat bones, orange peels, broken glass, broken cotton wool, cloth scraps, eye drop bottles, various bottles, various "worn shoes" (broken shoes), long and short braids, crumpled and stained garbage paper, light bulbs and fluorescent tubes. Various books and newspapers, and scrap copper and iron are rare "top-quality items".

After careful classification, the value of the items here can be greatly increased.

Take waste paper collection as an example. It is subdivided into newspapers, tabloids, magazines, books, yellow board, and miscellaneous crumpled paper. During the winter and summer vacations, the 32-page textbooks that come in large quantities have to be bundled specially, and the prices of these things are different.

Another example is chicken and duck feathers. Duck feathers are sold at 4 yuan per catty, while chicken feathers are sold at only 2 cents. They are strictly graded and the price is doubled after the fine white chicken feathers are removed. A girl's hair is cut into a mess of hair. The receiver is patient and smoothes it out. After measuring it, the price is determined by color. The most amazing thing is the "worn shoes". The pure plastic ones and the ones mixed with sponges have different fates. In short, there are many tricks involved.

The most profitable part was the "old goods" that were occasionally collected. In order to catch up with the UK and the US, a large amount of metal materials were urgently needed. The government called on the people to actively provide bronze, steel and other items. Many copper coins and bronze utensils were sold. Even during the Great Steel Production Campaign a few years ago, many people smashed their pots and donated them.

In short, only those things that you disdain to throw away for a small profit will have no place to go. Unless the recycling station can't help, the feces will have a place to go.

When the palace was invaded, a lot of things were lost. Many people living near the palace picked up some things and hid them in their homes. Occasionally, if you were lucky, you could get one or two items. That was probably how he got the things yesterday.

There are also some remnants of the Qing Dynasty. Although they have been "inspired" by socialism through reform and opening up, they still have a large number of cultural relics and antiques and the wealth left by their ancestors hidden in their homes.

Li Wenqiang sometimes thought about how to get the things out of their hands, but in the end he thought, forget it, as it would be hard to sell them and he didn’t have that much money.

Don't think that his stuff was sold so easily yesterday, because the material of the Xuande furnace yesterday is different from ordinary cultural relics. To be honest, it is more cost-effective to wait for the price of gold to rise than to sell it, but if you don't sell it now, you won't be able to sell it later.

Now collecting waste takes up a lot of his time every day. Although the income is not low, it is extremely uneconomical. If he wants to do something serious, he must get out of it. These two days, he has been thinking about who to find to succeed him and become his successor. Unfortunately, there are too few people he can trust.

"Li Wenqiang, why did you finish work so quickly in the past few days? Could it be that you are looking for a partner?"

When delivering goods to the scrap yard in the afternoon, Lao Jiu at the door joked with him.

"What are you looking for? You know that people nowadays don't have that much garbage. It's good enough to collect a truckload of garbage a day. What can I do?"

Li Wenqiang unloaded the car and said casually.

As local governments maliciously reported false food production numbers, the consequences have already been felt. The economic turnover has slowed down, and people now basically do not consume anything except for necessary expenses. There is no real waste at home, and if there is any waste, they have to think carefully before selling it.

"Whether it's because you can't do it or you're just lazy, only you know. Liu Mazi brought back dozens of kilograms of old copper coins today. Guess how much money he made today?"

Lao Jiu asked mysteriously.

"How much he earns is his own ability. Why should we ask about him? If you have time to gossip, you might as well help me weigh the waste first! Take me to see the copper coins later, and I'll find a few to play with!"

Li Wenqiang urged.

After what happened yesterday, I always have an inexplicable sense of anticipation for copper coins, always thinking about picking up a bargain again.

"What's so fun about copper coins? You might as well get a wife and go home to play with her when you're done. Isn't that more fun than these broken copper coins?"

Lao Jiu was not at all shy when joking with him.

"Old Nine, if you have the time to tell me this, you might as well find a wife. You are already over 40 and don't even have a wife. You are already an old bachelor. Who will marry you when you are old?"

It would be fine if Li Wenqiang didn't talk, but when he does, it can choke people to death.

Lao Jiu was speechless after hearing his words, and then said somewhat dejectedly.

"What girl would come home to me for a guy like me? This is just a waste of time for her!"

As he said this, he patted his disabled thigh and sighed.

"Come on, you just can't get over it. No one can persuade you. I'm too lazy to talk to you. Hurry up and finish weighing and take me to the warehouse."

Li Wenqiang said this without any hesitation and handed him a cigarette.

This kind of thing is very common here. Isn't it said that you should treat your workplace as your own home? We are all family, so what's wrong with taking some things?

"It's just a few copper coins. They're all in the scrap copper section of the warehouse. Just go get them yourself. Don't take too much. I won't be able to explain if you take too little!"

Lao Jiu took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and then began to weigh it while puffing out smoke.

Li Wenqiang was too lazy to wait here and walked into the warehouse on his own.

"Hey, aren't you watching the weighing?"

Lao Jiu shouted when he saw this.

"What's so good about it? Just weigh it yourself. I'll go look around the warehouse first."

As Li Wenqiang was speaking, his men had already entered the warehouse.