Riding a tricycle, Shen Lin was driving on the street. The sun was very hot after ten o'clock, and Shen Lin's heart was a little hot while he was having a barbecue.
At this time, Shen Lin didn't have much anger in his heart other than feeling aggrieved.
For him, collecting junk is a good income, but this income is not necessary and is not too high.
He was already preparing to switch to old home appliance repair. Even if Fatty Liu didn't disrupt the situation, he would be ready to leave this business after a while.
But leaving voluntarily is one situation, and being forcibly snatched away like this is another situation.
Although they were two people, Shen Lin couldn't hold back this breath.
"Bang!"
A soft sound came from far away. Turning around, Shen Lin saw a glass bottle falling to the ground.
Three figures holding old plastic bags quickly rushed towards the glass bottle.
In the blink of an eye, the fastest running figure had already picked up the glass bottle, while the other two people walked back dejectedly.
"How long has it been? You are still picking up garbage. Don't you know that this job makes no money and is very tiring?" Shen Lin said loudly towards the two dejected figures.
The two rag pickers turned around and saw Shen Lin sitting on a tricycle. Although they didn't like hearing what Shen Lin said, they didn't say much.
"Why, you think I don't know how much money you make in this business? You can only earn two or three yuan a day to survive, but my cousin, he collects scraps in the East China Sea, especially old newspapers in some government agencies, and he can make just one day Earn more than twenty yuan."
Shen Lin deliberately said loudly: "Now that we have collected them, who will pick them up again?"
As he spoke, Shen Lin pedaled his tricycle and prepared to leave. At this time, the three rag pickers all had expressions of concern on their faces.
A thin-faced man suddenly stopped Shen Lin and said, "Young man, is everything you said true?"
"How come it's not true? Let me tell you, my cousin originally asked me to collect scrap newspapers, but I felt that this business was a bit unsuitable, so I didn't do it." Shen Lin said deliberately: "If you don't believe it, go and do it yourself. Let’s try it.”
"I heard from my cousin that the fattest ones are government agencies, where there are piles of used newspapers and books. One unit of used newspapers can earn dozens of dollars."
"But to collect newspapers in places like this, sometimes you need to find someone you know, otherwise they may not sell it to you!"
Having said this, Shen Lin stopped stopping. He didn't know whether the three people would try the method he mentioned, but he believed that as long as he talked about it more, there would definitely be people who would try it.
There was nothing he could do about Fatty Liu, but he didn't believe that Fatty Liu was so capable that he could really swallow up the entire market of scrap newspapers.
One, two, three...
Riding a tricycle, Shen Lin circled the streets. In just two hours, Shen Lin had already told hundreds of people how to make money collecting scraps and how to make more money collecting old newspapers in government agencies. A fellow collector of rags.
Some of these colleagues were dubious, while others tried it directly.
After all, it is not too difficult for them to give it a try.
As for Shen Lin, he pedaled his tricycle and drove quickly towards the market.
The university is about to start, and Shen Lin is going to buy some things in the market, taking advantage of the opportunity of freshmen to enroll, and make another huge sum of money.
And just when Shen Lin rushed into the market to purchase goods, the words he spread finally began to take effect.
Lu Hongge was pedaling a tricycle and humming a ditty, feeling very happy in his heart!
He doesn't have to do heavy work and can earn twenty yuan a day just by collecting some old newspapers in the office. Such a good thing makes him feel like he is dreaming.
But it's true!
Although half of the twenty yuan was to be given to his cousin Fatty Liu, Lu Hongge didn't feel there was anything wrong with this situation.
After all, it was my cousin who introduced me to this job. If it weren’t for my cousin, I wouldn’t be able to earn so much money.
And the boy who used to make money from this business was kicked out of this business by his cousin.
So what if you did it first?
If you don’t have connections, this kind of business will be hard for you!
Flour mill!
Looking at the majestic office building, Lu Hongge felt that it was a piece of fat. If he tidied it up himself, maybe he could earn more than thirty yuan just from the newspaper?
"Who are you looking for?" The guard, dressed in khaki worker's clothing, blocked Lu Hongge's way.
Lu Hongge skillfully took out a cigarette and handed it over: "Brother, I collect old newspapers. Section Chief Chen asked me to come."
The guard took the cigarette and put it behind his ears skillfully, and then said with a hint of confusion: "No, someone who just came in to collect old newspapers is collecting them now? By the way, there is no section chief among us. The surname is Chen."
Without Section Chief Chen, there are still people collecting rags. Lu Hongge was stunned for a moment by these two pieces of news.
"Uncle, did you say someone was collecting scrap newspapers inside?" Lu Hongge's eyes turned red when he thought that the money that should have belonged to him was being snatched away by others.
When the guard saw someone questioning his words, he immediately said unhappily: "What the hell, do you think I will fool you about this kind of thing? If you don't believe it, just come with me and have a look."
Just as the guard was talking, a semi-new tricycle drove out of the factory, and the tricycle was filled with scrap newspapers.
A man in a white vest, who looked to be in his thirties, was driving toward the door with great pride.
"You...how can you collect scrap newspapers here? Stop right there." Lu Hongge stood directly in the middle of the road.
The man in the white vest braked quickly and immediately saw Lu Hongge's dilapidated tricycle. Although there were not many things on the tricycle, as a fellow traveler, the man identified Lu Hongge's identity immediately.
Colleagues are enemies!
Especially the one who stops him from leaving is an enemy among enemies!
"Are you okay?" The white vest said unceremoniously to Lu Hongge.
"My cousin said that I will collect the used newspapers here. He has already made an agreement with Section Chief Chen here." Lu Hongge took a breath and said in a deep voice.
"Chief Chen?" The man in the white vest chuckled and said, "I don't know which one is Section Chief Chen. My fourth uncle agreed that I collect old newspapers here."
Having said this, he said to the guard: "Uncle Li, do you know who he is talking about, Section Chief Chen?"
"In the office of our flour mill, the only one with the surname Chen is Xiao Chen, who is the correspondent. Isn't he talking about Xiao Chen?"
When the guard said this, he said to Lu Hongge: "Our flour mill has discipline. If you are blocking the door, don't blame me for finding someone to take you to the police station."
Lu Hongge's momentum suddenly dropped a lot. Now he is being severely punished. He doesn't want anyone to be taken to the police station.
As he unconsciously moved out of the way, the man in the white vest pedaled the tricycle and staggered toward the front.
"Uncle, could you please let me go in to find Section Chief Chen?" Lu Hongge was a little reluctant to leave like this, so he took out another cigarette and handed it to the guard.
The guard took the cigarette, pointed at a young man who was going out and said, "Xiao Chen, come here, is anyone looking for you?"
When the young man heard the guard's voice, he ran over quickly and said, "Uncle Li, what's the matter with you?"
"I'm looking for you, Chief Chen." As the guard was talking, he sat on his bamboo chair and fanned the cattail leaf leisurely.
Young Xiao Chen glanced at Lu Hongge, and then said: "You have something to do with me?"
"Excuse me, are you Section Chief Chen? I am Fatty Liu's cousin, Fatty Liu from the scrap collection station." As Lu Hongge spoke, he carefully took out a cigarette and handed it over.
Xiao Chen took the cigarette, glanced at it casually and said, "What was I telling your cousin? Since you are here, you don't need to bother me to run away."
"Tell your cousin that he won't worry about the old newspapers from our factory. Our office director has already arranged for someone to do so."
When Xiao Chen said this, he waved his hand towards Lu Hongge and said, "You can go somewhere else."
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