After listening to Yan Bugui's story, Li Donglai realized that collecting waste could be so profitable.
The purchase price of kraft paper is 1 cent per pound, and when sold to a black purchasing point in the suburbs, it can be sold for 2 cents.
A wine bottle costs 0.5 cents, and if it changes hands, it costs 1 cent.
Of course, the most profitable metals are copper, iron, aluminum and other metals.
This time Yan Bugui aroused the anger of those green men because he received more than twenty raw aluminum steam curtains from a closed canteen.
"Help, I, Li Donglai, must help Third Uncle." Li Donglai patted his chest and agreed: "We are all neighbors in the same compound, and our relationship is as close as one family. I live here, and San
The uncle didn’t even want to pay a penny for accommodation.”
"If I don't help with this, my conscience will be enough for a dog to eat!"
Don't pay a penny for accommodation...
Yan Bugui was stunned for a moment, and the cold sweat suddenly fell from his forehead.
This guy wanted to offset the bill, but the accommodation fee for half a month was ten yuan, which was a drop in the bucket compared to not being able to collect scraps in the future.
Besides, there is a new bicycle.
Yan Bugui made a decision quickly and asked eagerly: "Donglai, when will you help me clean up those guys?"
"Of course, after you find their destination, do you want me to ride a bicycle on the street to look for them?"
"That's right... hiss... hiss..." Yan Bugui saw that the matter had been solved, and the wound on his face suddenly felt particularly painful.
Li Donglai couldn't stand to see him suffer, so he used the barefoot doctor system to diagnose and treat him.
After the bottom of the pot on the lake was ashes, Yan Bugui suddenly stopped feeling pain and gave a thumbs up: "Donglai, good boy, your current medical skills are top-notch."
At noon that day, the third aunt was desperate.
I steamed a large pot of white flour steamed buns, fried a large pot of radish, and added two spoons of lard.
After eating, Yan Jiefang held his stomach and burped.
Li Donglai also patted his belly and sat on the chair, feeling a little lost.
Why do other people’s food seem to be so delicious?
After thinking for a while and getting no answer, Li Donglai started thinking about the third uncle again.
I didn't know before that the profits from scrap collection were so high, so let it go. But now that I know, I have to get involved.
Of course, we can't make small troubles like Yan Bugui, we can make big troubles if we want to.
Compared with residential areas, there are more scrap metals in factories.
Take the grinding shop as an example. It is estimated that thousands of kilograms of scrap iron chips are produced every year. The scrap welding heads in the welding shop and the scraps in the fitter shop all add up to a large amount.
If you can get them all, you will definitely make a lot of money.
However, all this has to wait until the path is figured out.
With this in mind, Li Donglai rode his bicycle to Wang Wuye's compound.
Mr. Wang Wu was pressing the old lady's legs. When he saw Li Donglai, he immediately wiped his hands and came up to her.
Li Donglai told Wang Wuye about the waste collection.
"This is a good way. It doesn't require much capital, and it can also make a living for these old guys. Although there are suspicions of speculation, the risk is much less than that of the pigeon market." After hearing this, Mr. Wang Wu rolled his eyes.
It's bright.
As for the gang of green men in the suburbs, he had no regard for them at all.
Just kidding, everyone in the compound has practiced.
It's probably impossible to beat ten of them by one, but it's still easy to beat two or three.
"I'll let Erzi and the others go to the suburbs to find out." Wang Wuye said and was about to stand up, but was stopped by Li Donglai.
"The key issue is not the gang of boys in the suburbs. Think about it, there are so many of us, and we certainly can't be like Yan Bugui, who collects scraps all over the street."
"you mean?"
"Factory! I have inquired clearly. All the waste products in our factory in Beijing belong to the Logistics Department. Some of them that can be used will be packed and transported in trucks. The remaining scraps that cannot be used will be sold by the Logistics Department."
Mr. Wang Wu is a veteran of the world, so he immediately understood.
When Li Donglai said this, he stopped clarifying it further.
As a doctor, he is really not suitable to get involved in this kind of thing.
Whether the scrap business can expand depends on Mr. Wang Wu’s own abilities.
Then the two agreed to help Yan Bugui teach Qingpi a lesson, and Li Donglai left the compound.
....
With Li Donglai's promise, Yan Bugui spent the next few days wandering around the capital, looking for traces of the Green Skins.
Hard work paid off, and he actually found her.
Yan Bugui followed them to the suburbs and after confirming the purchasing station where they were located, he took the bus back to the city.
Back in the city, Yan Bugui went straight to the steel rolling mill.
The hospital has been very busy these days. Li Donglai was sitting in the office drinking tea in a daze when he heard a burst of rapid footsteps.
He sat up straight and looked through the documents on the table.
"Tuk-tuk" the knock on the door sounded.
"Please come in!"
The person who came in was clearly the bald old man. He looked nervous and said: "A skinny old man came outside the factory gate. He said he has something urgent to see you."
Skinny... old man...
Li Donglai frowned and asked, "Is he wearing a pair of plastic glasses and having two legs broken?"
"Yes, he looks like an old teacher." The bald old Wang nodded.
It seems that Yan Bugui has found the hideout of those green-skinned gangs.
Li Donglai hurried to the guard room, where Yan Bugui was holding an enamel jar and pouring tea.
Seeing Li Donglai, he hurriedly put down the enamel jar and said breathlessly: "Donglai, hurry up, hurry up, those people are at the black waste collection point in the northern suburbs."
"Do you see clearly?"
"That's right. The fat man even kicked me twice, and my eyes were broken by his kicks. I remember it clearly."
"How many people are there?"
"Five."
Li Donglai felt relieved and looked at Zhou Dao next to him: "Brother Zhou, our security department seems to have a jeep, right?"
"Just take it and open it, the oil is full." Zhou Dao took a swing from the wall and handed it over.
Good guy, this thing weighs about ten kilograms and can be used as a weapon.
Li Donglai held the handle and waved his hand: "Third uncle, let's go and destroy the place!"
Behind him, Zhou Dao's voice came: "Brother Donglai, do you want to help?"
"No need, I have help."
After coming to this world, Li Donglai has never driven a car.
Facing the Gas Jeep, whose original color could no longer be seen clearly, with a big hole in the front window, the instrument panel had long since disappeared, and it didn't even have a wiper, I was a little worried.
This thing doesn't even have an igniter, so it should be shaking, right?
In his previous life, Li Donglai drove a tractor in the countryside, circled the jeep, and soon found a small hole in front of the car.
Aim the handle of the black iron rod at the small hole and insert it to the end. When you feel that the iron rod has meshed with the gear, you raise your buttocks and shake for a while.
There was a "boom" and black smoke billowed out from behind the rear of the jeep.
"boarding."
Li Donglai pushed open the passenger door and faced Yan Bugui as he got into the car. He easily clutched the car with both feet and at the same time, he pressed the accelerator. The jeep flew out like a wild horse.
Well, driving a car is not much different from driving a car in my previous life, except that there are two clutches, so I need to keep heeling and toeing, and my feet are a little sore and numb.
Also, the steering wheel has no power assist and is very heavy.
When it first started, it almost hit the wall of the security department. Fortunately, Li Donglai was strong enough to save the direction.
Yan Bugui was so frightened that drops of sweat broke out on his forehead. He held the door handle and looked ready to jump out of the car at any time.
"Dong Lai, can you still drive?"
"Of course, I am an experienced driver. I have been driving for more than ten years."
Yan Bugui felt relieved after hearing this and let go of the door handle.
Thinking about it again, that’s not right. Li Donglai is a barefoot doctor from the countryside. How can he drive?
He had heard Qin Huairu say that Qinjiagou was very poor and it was impossible to have a tractor.
After thinking about this, Yan Bugui's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
"Donglai, where did you drive a car before? You probably don't have cars in the countryside."
