Looking at this dilapidated place, Ye Dongping felt a little regretful. If he had known that he came to the county town in such an environment, he might as well have taken Ye Tian back to Beijing. No matter what, there was an old house left to him by his father there.
Moreover, Ye Dongping also wrote to his classmates some time ago to find out that the educated youth who were left behind in various places can return to Beijing to apply for household registration, but the state will no longer help with job allocation.
Ye Dongping is not very worried about this. Anyway, he has studied mechanical engineering at Tsinghua University for several years. Even though he has not been exposed to related majors for so many years, why not go to a small factory and become a technician at the head office?
To take a step back, these years of hardship are not in vain. Ye Dongping is no longer the weak student he used to be. With this strength, he can return to Beijing and become a boss, which can support Ye Tian.
Seeing that Ye Dongping's face was not very good, Feng Kuang came over, glanced around, and lowered his voice and said: "Uncle Ye, don't look at this as a scrap collection station. You can make a lot of money, and... you can do the same thing.
Antique business…”
"Why are you so sneaky, kid? No one will come even if you shout at the top of your lungs in this terrible place..."
Ye Dongping couldn't bear the smell of Feng Kuang's mouthful of cigarettes, pushed him out, and asked with some disbelief: "Can you make money collecting rags? Can you still do antique business? Do you think your Uncle Ye is a child?"
In Ye Dongping's impression, the few time-honored antique shops in Beijing are all antique buildings with blue bricks and red tiles, carved beams and paintings. When you enter, you can hear the sound of zithers and the elegant environment. Where can it be like here?
"Uncle Ye, don't believe it. I've been working for half a month. Do you know how much money I made?"
Seeing that Ye Dongping didn't believe it, Feng Kuang's voice became louder. He excitedly took out a key from his waist, opened the door of the acquisition station, and after inviting Ye Dongping and his son to go in, he took out a ledger and said: "Ye
Uncle, see for yourself, I, Feng Zi, am not a big talker!"
"What nonsense do you remember?" Ye Dongping opened the account book and suddenly felt a headache.
On this piece of paper, which should be a child's exercise book, there are densely written fonts and various numbers crookedly, "Red is one hundred and forty-eight pounds, west is thirty-five pounds, and books and materials are five hundred and fifty-five pounds.
Three hundred and forty-two pounds of iron..."
When Ye Dongping saw the summary at the bottom of the account book, he was even more confused. He pulled Feng Kuang to his side, pointed at the words on it and asked: "Fengzi, is this red copper? But this thing is
What the hell is this? And this...book material, is it plastic?"
Feng Kuang scratched his head, nodded and said, "Yes, it's red copper. Well, that one is plastic, and west is west. Uncle Ye, don't you know?"
"Nonsense, return to the east, where can there be such metal as the west?" Ye Dongping was speechless, "At this level, you still want to make money? You don't even know how to do accounts. It's good if you don't lose your capital."
Feng Kuang felt aggrieved and took out a kettle from the corner of the room, handed it to Ye Dongping and said, "Uncle Ye, this is it. They all said it's called Xi..."
Taking what Feng Kuang handed over, Ye Dongping took a look and saw that it was a tin pot. He couldn't help but dumbfounded and said: "This... this, this is called tin, but it's not the west, south, east, northwest, west..."
"Isn't it enough to just call it something? No matter what it is, Uncle Ye, look at it, I've made more than two hundred and eighty yuan in just half a month..."
Feng Kuang was not interested in how to write the word "西". After Ye Dongping finished speaking, he pointed to the bottom number with his finger, indicating to Ye Dongping to look at it.
"The book materials are three cents a pound, and they sell for four and a half cents. The red ones cost XXX dollars a pound, and they sell for XXX dollars, and the iron..."
Ye Dongpingyuan didn't pay much attention at first, but looking at the detailed accounts, his face gradually showed a look of surprise. After a long while, he closed the book in his hand, looked at Feng Kuang, and asked: "Feng Kuang"
Son, are you mistaken about these prices? Are the buying and selling prices really that high?"
Ye Dongping couldn't help but be surprised. He never imagined that something worth just a few cents per pound could actually make such a huge profit?
If nothing else, the plastic costs more than three cents per pound, and the resale price is half the purchase price. This... this is simply a huge profit.
"Uncle Ye, you...what do you mean?"
Feng Kuang didn't understand what Ye Dongping meant. He thought Ye Dongping was saying that he had made money from it, so he quickly said: "Dare I lie to you? You are such a big...major shareholder, what if I lied to you?"
, Uncle, why don’t you beat me to death?”
Feng Kuang is a person who can endure hardships. Although he is not highly educated, he understands that if he, a country boy, wants to gain a foothold in the city, he must be able to endure hardships that city dwellers cannot endure.
So for more than half a month, Feng Kuang pulled a cart and got up early in the dark and walked from house to house, almost visiting the entire county. Now the things in the yard and the house were all leftovers from the state-owned purchasing stations.
Down.
"Is this true?" After hearing Feng Kuang's words, Ye Dongping fell into deep thought, and the shocked look on his face never faded.
You must know that last year, the per capita annual income of workers in the county was only more than 900 yuan. In other words, most people only earned a few dozen yuan a month.
Even in Beijing, the per capita income last year was just over 2,000 yuan, less than 200 yuan a month. In provinces like Hebei and Henan, the annual per capita income was not even 700 yuan, at most five or six hundred.
Ye Dongping's old classmate who teaches in college only earns 150 or 60 yuan a month, including everything. And according to what he said, the monthly salary of their department head is only about 180 yuan.
appearance.
Ye Dongping could not imagine that this rag collector, who was usually looked down upon by others, could earn more in half a month than a professor teaching in a university. This strong contrast made Ye Dongping unacceptable for a while.
"Uncle Ye, here, this is the one thousand yuan you gave me in the beginning. We earned more than two hundred yuan. I said that you will take care of the money, so I will leave it to you..."
Seeing that Ye Dongping didn't speak, Feng Kuang took out a plastic bag from an inconspicuous torn sack in the corner. The bulging inside was filled with bills of a few cents, as well as many one-cent, two-cent and five-cent bills.
coins,
Holding the real gold and silver in both hands, Ye Dongping finally came to his senses. At that moment, he didn't care about the dust in the room. He walked to the table, opened the homework book, and wrote down the accounts on it.
"What is here? What is this number?" While asking about the situation, Ye Dongping redrawn the grid to make an account book.
Although he did not graduate from the accounting major, this simple entry and exit account was not difficult for Ye Dongping. The accounts drawn by Feng Kuang like a heavenly book soon became clear in Ye Dongping's hands.
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After clearing the accounts, Ye Dongping asked: "Fengzi, how much is the monthly contracting fee for this acquisition station?"
"I have to pay them sixty yuan every month..."
As if he was afraid that Ye Dongping would find it too much, Feng Kuang continued: "The sixty yuan includes water and electricity bills, which are all paid by them..."