Hearing Li Manjun's vigilant tone, Shirley Zhong laughed angrily, "How long have you been resting? I didn't even look for you at the show last year."
"What, you really want me to put on a show?" Li Manjun's smile disappeared instantly.
"no!"
"Huh, you scared me to death. That's okay." Li Manjun patted his chest, breathed a long sigh of relief, and asked curiously: "Then what do you want from me?"
Shirley Zhong asked her: "Do you collect junk and everything?"
Li Manjun raised his eyebrows. Of course she didn't collect all the rags, but if it was Shirley Zhong, she could help. Then she asked, "What rags do you want me to collect?"
"The discarded clothes from the factory and some unsold goods have been accumulated for two years, and the warehouse can no longer hold them. I wanted to find someone to get rid of them before, but I never had time. I went to the warehouse today to see that there are so many materials.
I paid a lot of money, so it would be a pity to throw them away like this. I just thought that you happen to be collecting rags, so I asked you if you could collect these clothes."
Li Manjun became interested. erry’s scraps and discarded clothes, no matter how trashy the fabrics are, are still valuable.
Moreover, she is also worried about the old clothes at home that are not suitable for donation.
"Where are you? Can you take me to the warehouse to have a look?"
Shirley Zhong was delighted, "Can you accept it?"
"Let's take a look first. I need to see how damaged it is. If it's so damaged that it can't be repaired, it's better to burn it on fire."
"Okay, then when will you come over? I'll be in the studio at any time these days."
Li Manjun asked curiously: "You really don't care about your son? He is here at any time, even at night?"
"Li Manjun, you are so serious, I will go home in the evening." Shirley Zhong was convinced, she was so good.
Li Manjun said funny: "Then I'll come over now, you wait for me."
"Okay, hurry up, I'll wait for you."
Li Manjun hung up the phone, went back home, changed clothes, went downstairs to talk to the father and daughter who were still playing tricycles, and drove to Shirley Zhong's studio.
Shirley Zhong personally took her to the warehouse to see it. Li Manjun looked at the clothes in the warehouse that were almost the same as ready-made clothes, except that the threads were a little crooked, there were more threads, or there were one or two pieces of clothes that could not be seen even if you didn't pay attention, and asked in disbelief.
Shirley Chung:
"You call this trash?"
Shirley Zhong crossed her arms and shrugged, "What else?"
Li Manjun: Okay, then let me pick up the big leak.
"Do you know how many goods there are in total?"
Shirley Zhong asked her assistant to bring the registration form, took a look at it and told Li Manjun, "More than five thousand items, large and small."
Business brain Li Manjun came online, took out his portable calculator and quickly calculated whether it was more cost-effective to pay by piece or by weighing.
Finally, we quickly came to the conclusion that we have to get the goods by the pound.
"I visually estimate that your weight weighs three thousand pounds. I'll take it all away one pound at a time. What do you think?"
Shirley Zhong: “Three yuan.”
Li Manjun: "One dollar and two."
"Two dollars and a half!"
"No more than one dollar and a half!" Li Manjun gritted his teeth.
Shirley Zhong sighed "Alas" and waved her hand, gesturing for her to take it away quickly.
Li Manjun asked with a smile: "You cooperate with so many garment factories. Do other factories have this kind of unwanted garbage? If they also want to dispose of old clothes, you can ask them to contact me. The price is fair and the price is fair."
Although she hasn't figured out a way out yet, Li Manjun's keen sense of smell tells her that the market for recycling used clothes is waiting for her to explore.
In recent years, the light industry in Rongcheng and surrounding areas has developed rapidly. Garment factories are everywhere. People's lives have improved, and there must be a lot of used clothes.
As long as someone opens the door, this vacant market may be able to be opened.
Although Shirley Zhong is the seller, she can't help but feel a little worried about Li Manjun, "What are you going to do with these old clothes?"
"I don't know yet. I'll think about it when I get back." Anyway, she now has land to store so many goods.
The paper factory rented its original old factory, but half of the parking lot was still left. Sometimes the goods that could not be accommodated in the new factory were parked in the old place.
She has nothing else to do now and can use it as she pleases.
Li Manjun has always been straightforward and settled the money to Shirley Zhong's studio on the spot.
"I'll ask someone to come over tomorrow morning to collect the garbage. Just leave someone to open the door. You don't have to worry about anything else."
Shirley Zhong raised her eyebrows, "Your one-stop service is quite good."
"Of course." Li Manjun smiled confidently, took the receipt issued by Assistant Zhong Shirley, and left in a hurry.
The trucks used by Luman were all from Junda Freight. Li Manjun left Zhong Shirley's studio and immediately called Xiaoguan and asked him to reserve a large truck for her and come here tomorrow to load her things.
After contacting the car, I called Wang Dasheng and asked him to bring two workers to come early tomorrow to load the goods and complete the docking work.
After the two phone calls were made, it was almost dark, and Zhao Yong called and asked her if she would go home for dinner.
"It's coming, it's coming, right away." Li Manjun replied hurriedly.
Zhao Yong heard the sound of her starting the car engine and did not dare to say anything more. He hung up the phone so that she would not be able to concentrate on driving.
Today, I was having too much fun while riding my bicycle, and my energy was completely released. I didn't even take two bites of dinner, and my eyes slowly closed.
Aunt Guo looked funny and pitiful, and tried to scoop a spoonful of rice into it. The little girl subconsciously opened her mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, and went back to sleep.
"Forget it, let's wait until she wakes up before eating." Zhao Yong asked Aunt Guo to take away the rice, took his daughter who was terribly sleepy out of the dining chair, and sent her to the room to sleep.
When Li Manjun returned home, Nian Nian had already fallen asleep.
Aunt Guo heated up the dishes, and then the couple had dinner.
Zhao Yong asked curiously: "I'm going out in a hurry this afternoon. Is there anything urgent?"
"It's not an urgent matter." Li Manjun took a bite of food and rice, and replied while eating: "It's Shirley Zhong who had a batch of old clothes that she didn't want. I went over to look at them in the afternoon and thought they were all pretty good, so I picked up a batch of them."
"This is not bad." Zhao Yong said with a smile: "Exporting used clothes abroad is very profitable, especially when sold to less developed countries. Their textile industry production level is not enough. Our domestic polyester and pure cotton materials are very popular.
welcome."
“And because the prices are so low, they’re all sold out as soon as they arrive locally!”
Zhao Yong talked eloquently and seemed to know a lot about the export of second-hand clothes.
Li Manjun remembered his old job and asked him if he knew any friends who exported second-hand clothes.
Zhao Yong waved his hands repeatedly, "Goodbye, that person has already gone in. You can find formal and reliable channels by yourself."
After saying this, Zhao Yong buried his head in eating and stopped talking.
Li Manjun sighed, "Fortunately you left early, otherwise neither of us might have met, let alone gotten married, and we would have had years to live."
Zhao Yong then retorted in a low voice: "I withdrew as soon as I saw something was wrong with them. I can still tell the difference between good and bad."
Li Manjun shook his head funny and asked him to eat more.
It seemed that she had to find a way to open this channel herself.
