The next afternoon.

In the Sip scrap purchase station, Wei San held the phone and said to Wei Yan: "Well, did the goods arrived last night?"

"Well, I'm done with it." Wei Yan nodded and asked immediately: "Du Ziteng greeted me!"

"Is it because of the suspension of the acquisition station?" Wei San asked.

"right!"

"No, is it reliable for you to find these people? I think that child is only 26 or 27 years old. Can he do it if you let him fight Chamberlain?" Wei San advised him hesitantly: "He has nothing to say, but he can't do anything! He asked us to stop all ten waste purchasing stations. If the matter is done, it's okay. If the matter is not done, then he will pay for this money? We have a big loss, do you know?"

"...Okay, just have a clear idea in your heart, what can I say." Wei San thought for a moment, opened his mouth and said, "I'll do something about it here and I'll go back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah, it's already stopped?" Wei Yan asked on his own initiative.

"The goods will not be received in the morning, and the workers are gone."

"Okay, that's it."

After saying that, the two hung up the phone. Wei San walked out wearing a torn blue coat and white gloves and shouted: "Come on, brothers, stop playing. Let's clean up the goods, and then pull down the Tiedong branch factory in the evening. They will load a big cart to the night and send them back to Yanshi together."

"What are we doing with four or five of us?" The remaining workers on duty replied unhappily.

"Fuck, just do it with your hands?! Why don't you make money to eat?" Wei San cursed with a smile, and then arranged again: "Come on, hurry up."

After saying that, the four or five poker workers put on gloves and clothes, and then went to the "trash pile" where the goods were piled up and started to pay for the goods.

“Buzz!”

As soon as a few people started working, a truck came in at the door. It was a blue medium-sized dump, and it was full of rags, all of which were iron racks, screws, corner iron, and discarded iron products and scraps.

"Hey, third brother." A man in his thirties jumped out of the truck, and he was also dressed quite poorly.

"Why are you here?" Wei San stood beside the pile of rags, stretched his neck and asked.

"Delivery!"

"I won't tell your wife, have I stopped taking it here?" Wei San asked with a frown.

"Stop taking it? She didn't tell me?! I just came back from the countryside and went straight to you." The man was stunned and opened his mouth and said.

"...There is something wrong with the factory, I can't accept it. You can go to another place to take a look." Wei San waved his hand and replied.

"Fuck, look, I've sent it all, you asked me to take it away?" The man said unhappily: "This piece is all your home spot. Where do you ask me to send it? I'll collect it!"

"I really can't accept it, Wei Yan greeted me." Wei Santing stood there in embarrassment, reached out and handed the man a cigarette.

"What, do you need to reduce the price?" the man lit the cigarette and asked immediately.

"Not a price cut!"

"Fuck, did I offend you?"

"Look at where did you say you went? It's really Wei Yan didn't let him take it. I can't figure out what happened to him." Wei San lied.

"I tell you that I got the goods back from the bottom of the box. I will not do a rural purchase point and just clear the goods to me. There should be all kinds of things in it, but it is mainly iron. We are friends. I'll take it a little cheaper. You can get it quickly. I have something to do in the afternoon." The man said quickly.

"Look, I said I couldn't accept it, you insist on getting it cheaper... You said, how much can you get it cheaper?" Wei San was immediately moved.

"Haha, fuck, you just jb and I'm going to keep the price down." The man smiled and pointed to the goods in the car and said, "I don't hide it from you. I've got this goods from eight thousand pieces. Please take a look!"

"Oh, this is you. If you don't want to talk about this, Wei Yan should tell me." Wei San walked to the car with his hands behind his back, then jumped into it and glanced at the messy pile of rags inside and asked, "What are the two white silk bags in it?"

"Screws, copper hot pot, etc." The man replied casually.

"It's 10,000 yuan." Wei San offered the price directly.

"You add another five hundred yuan and I will report the money for the gas." The man replied simply.

"Okay, no more ink, let's not weigh the scales, just unload it for me! After the goods are divided, I will be done." Wei San glanced at the goods again, then nodded and said.

"It's OK!" The man threw away the cigarette butts, then shouted at the driver: "Come on, turn around and unload!"

...

Half an hour later, the man left in a truck and then left.

Inside the yard.

"San'er, I said you are so bad! You can give someone a family of 10,000 yuan in this big truck?!" The worker asked Wei San with a cigarette in his mouth.

"He is willing to sell jb, and I am willing to buy it too. What's the black one?" Wei San patted the dust on his body and said, "The money is saved up by one cent. Doing business and taking advantage of it is to make money."

"hehe."

Several workers immediately smiled and continued to work.

"I'm old, I'm in Ze's village, and I'm in Ze's village, and I'm in Ze's village, and I'm in a very good mood...!" Wei San hummed a song with his hands behind his back, looking at the goods he had just unloaded, then shook his head and said, "Oh, this big thing! It's the wind and rain. I'm stopping the acquisition station. How much less money can I earn in a day! I can get in this ten thousand yuan and I can earn half of it if I change my hand... Alas!"

After saying that, Wei San returned to the office and prepared to call two workers to come and help, hoping to divide the goods before evening.

“Buzz!”

Wei San just grabbed the phone and two police cars called the alarm and entered the scrap purchase station directly.

"Who is the person in charge?" asked the policeman who led the team.

"What's wrong?" Wei San rushed out and asked, then looked up and down at the police, but found that this person was not a local policeman and he had never seen him.

"I'm from the Three Rebel Brigades. Is your place dirty?" The policeman took out the police officer's certificate and looked at Wei San, then asked bluntly.

"That's not, we won't collect dirty goods." Wei San replied with confidence, because at this moment, a large number of goods in the factory had been cleared out, and only some broken copper and iron were left, which needed to be divided, so it was impossible to store dirty goods.

"Come on, look for it." The police officer leading the team did not talk to Wei San, but only turned around and shouted at his colleagues.

Ten minutes later.

Wei San looked in shock. The two policemen pulled out two white silk bags from the pile of goods just entered. When they opened them, they found that they were all neatly cut cables!

"If you don't say it, are there no dirty goods?"

"No... I just collected this guy... We calculated the money by the car. I didn't weigh it at all, and I didn't look at it!" Wei San replied in a hurry.

"You fucking the goods, how can you not look at them? Who are you fooling?! This cable hits the number of the State Power Administration. How dare you say that this is not a dirty goods?" The police frowned and scolded Wei San, then shouted: "The things in the yard are sealed, and all the personnel will be taken away!"

Wei San was completely confused.
Chapter completed!