For government agencies like them, the amount of waste paper produced every day is no less than dozens of kilograms.
Just throw it out when you're done using it.
As for taking it to a scrap station to sell it for money, they never considered this method. Firstly, it would not save their lives; secondly, it was far, far away and laborious, and not worth it.
This young man is the first to take the initiative to collect waste paper.
"Boss, brother, the money I give may not be much, but it's still okay to buy a few popsicles. It's so hot and hard for everyone to work here. If you get some scraps and sell them to buy popsicles, no one will say anything."
Shen Lin's words immediately moved the middle-aged man. The man glanced at the stack of newspapers piled high in the office and asked, "How much does a pound of scrap newspapers cost you?"
"Ten pounds of waste paper is divided into five cents."
At that time, the price of a popsicle was only two cents.
It would be great to exchange these useless things for a few popsicles, not to mention those newspapers piled up, which are useless and take up space.
"Okay, then you can weigh how many kilograms these newspapers weigh." The skinny man said this, waving to a young man and said: "Xiao Li, pack up those useless newspapers, we will sell them to buy popsicles." "
Xiao Li looked like he was in his early twenties. Hearing what the skinny man said, he rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Oh no, Brother Chen is thinking about us. These newspapers are useless even if they are thrown away. We can kill two birds with one stone by replacing them with popsicles." "
At this point, he pointed to a pile of discarded books and said, "Brother, do you want any of these books?"
"Yes, seeing that you are all well-educated and educated people, I can give you the price of the book at six cents per ten pounds." Shen Lin smiled innocently, looking sincere.
"Okay, then come over and clean up."
Shen Lin came well prepared. When he saw that the first deal was completed, he quickly took out a few ropes from his pocket and quickly tied up the books.
In the office, the fan was still spinning. Some people were working and others were chatting. Except for Xiao Li who found some old newspapers and magazines from time to time, basically no one paid attention to Shen Lin, who was tying up things.
It was clean and quick, and in just a short time, Shen Lin tied up eight large bundles.
He weighed the old newspapers with a steel scale and took a deep breath in his heart.
It's less than 400 kilograms, so if you calculate the price, it's almost 50 cents.
Tsk, tsk, this is my first transaction, and I almost lost all my capital. It’s so cruel!
However, once these waste papers are transported to the waste collection station, you can make a lot of money, and your own capital will be more abundant.
Shen Lin, who was elated, took out his only fifty cents and said in a bold tone: "Brother Leader, for your waste paper and books, I should give you a total of forty-seven cents and six cents. Forget it if the change is not worth it." , you take this fifty cents."
Yo, there is also an unexpected gain.
The skinny old He held the 50 cents in his hand and smiled more on his thin face: "Oh, it's not easy for you either. This money is a bit too much!"
"It's okay. We are familiar with each other for the first time. If you take care of me like this, I can't be stingy with you." Shen Lin still looked naive.
This gesture makes it easy to win favor.
Shen Lin is well versed in the ways of the world.
"Hahaha, the young man is good!" Lao He patted Shen Lin on the shoulder and said with a smile.
Shen Lin's kindness really won Lao He's favor.
These days, such sensible young people are rare.
Shen Lin didn't dare to stay. After saying a few polite words, he hurried towards the place where he put the flatbed truck. He wanted to take advantage of the time before getting off work at noon to make a few more trips.
When I'm in the office, although the air is hot, the rotating fan is still somewhat cool.
Now that he ran outside, Shen Lin suddenly felt the scorching sun shining on him, sweat was pouring out, and his body was sticky.
Eight large bundles of scrap newspapers were piled up on the flatbed truck. Under the scorching sun, Shen Lin felt that his throat was starting to burn.
Drops of sweat continued to flow down his face. Although he could pull more than 400 kilograms of waste paper, Shen Lin still staggered forward under the scorching sun.
How has Shen Lin, who has been pampered since childhood, ever done such a job?
According to his memory, Shen Lin came to the scrap collection station three miles away from home.
This scrap collection station is a large place. On the rusty door, there are five bright red characters "Scrap Collection Depot" written clearly on a piece of tin.
When Shen Lin walked into the purchasing station, he saw a fat, white, middle-aged man in blue work clothes, smoking leisurely.
"Boss, I have some old newspapers and magazines here, what price can you give me?" Shen Lin said hello to the fat man with a smile on his face.
"Old newspapers weigh three cents per pound, and books weigh five cents per pound!"
Three centimeters, five centimeters!
Hearing this price, Shen Lin breathed a sigh of relief. The price at the scrap collection station is now a little higher than he remembered.
In other words, he can earn a little more.
"There is a scale over there. You move all the things over there and I will show you how much they weigh." The fat man took a puff of cigarette, glanced at Shen Lin's newspaper and said, "You have a lot of newspapers. From now on Where did you get it?"
"My uncle asked me to bring over old newspapers from his workplace." Shen Lin said with a smile while his mind was spinning.
Although there is no skill in collecting waste, imagining a non-existent backer may have unexpected effects.
The fat man looked at Shen Lin who was covered in sweat but still looked clean and fresh. He felt that this young man was different from the rag pickers in the past.
He smiled and said: "Your uncle is very kind to you. By the way, when you weigh yourself, put the magazine in the book."
This sentence naturally meant something to remind you, and Shen Lin quickly agreed: "Okay, sorry to trouble you!"
Putting more than 400 kilograms of books and newspapers on the scale twice, the fat man leisurely moved the sliding weight on the scale and said: "Books weigh 110 kilograms and newspapers weigh 290 kilograms."
While talking, he took a red ticket book and wrote on it: "Go and collect the money from the finance office."
Walking out of the finance room, Shen Lin had a thick stack of woolen bills in his hand.
One dollar, four cents and two cents, this is the money in Shen Lin's hands now.
Holding the money in his hands, Shen Lin felt hot in his heart.
Facing the water pipe at the scrap collection station, Shen Lin drank a lot of cold water. Shen Lin felt that he was more energetic!
Humming a little tune, he pulled the flatbed truck towards the office building again.
"Child, how do you sell ice cream?"
"Ice cream, delicious cream ice cream, five cents a piece!"
A child wearing a straw hat, who looked to be in his teens, was riding a bicycle.
On the rear rack of the bicycle is a wooden box painted white, with a small black and blue checkered quilt covering the box.
On the side of the box, the word "ice cream" was written in red letters in big letters.
Shen Lin has not seen this kind of ice cream selling situation for many years.
Shen Lin, who was dripping with sweat, felt that his throat was dry again.
Although there was cold water in his stomach, he felt very thirsty at this time.
Seeing the business coming, the child stopped the car and said: "The cream ice cream from the First Ice Cream Factory is packaged and costs five cents a piece, and the popsicles are a penny each. How about one?"
Five cents a dollar!
Shen Lin smacked his lips and finally said: "Bring me four pieces of ice... no, four pieces of ice cream!"
Shen Lin gritted his teeth.
Four pieces of ice cream, this is a big deal. The kid in the straw hat said in surprise: "Okay, I'll get it for you right now!"
While he was talking, the child took out four pieces of ice cream wrapped in green plastic paper and handed them to Shen Lin: "Here, this ice cream is sweet and milky!"
Shen Lin took out two cents and handed them to the child. He placed four ice cream sticks in the shade under the handlebars and walked towards the office building in three steps and two steps at a time.
"I'm busy!" Shen Lin walked in with a smile on his face and said, "I just met a cold drink seller and brought some to you on the way. Let's eat quickly while it's cool and don't melt."
While talking, Shen Lin handed over four sticks of cream ice cream.
"Yeah! Is there any ice cream to eat?"
Shen Lin's actions greatly exceeded the expectations of the office staff.
They never thought that the rag collector would just pay to buy waste paper, but he would actually take the initiative to give them ice cream.
Ice cream costs five cents a pop. Even people like them, who are responsible for their livelihood, have to hesitate for a long time when buying it. After all, it is too expensive.
Xiao Li looked at the paper wrapped around the ice cream and immediately exclaimed: "Oh, it's still cream ice cream, not bad!"
While talking, I picked up one.
Lao He wanted to be reserved, but his throat swallowed disobediently.
"Oh, young man, what are you doing? I feel so embarrassed to eat your ice cream."
Shen Lin smiled and said: "Look what you said, I didn't intend to make any money from this business at all. After I get to know you, this business will come! After all, you should take care of me!"
While talking, Shen Lin picked up a piece of ice cream and handed it to Lao He with both hands.
Lao He took the ice cream and said to the two colleagues who came to the office: "This is Xiao Shen's kindness. Don't waste it on others."
Although sending ice cream was a small gesture, Shen Lin's actions gained a lot of favorability in their hearts.
This young man bought four pieces of ice cream at once, ran all over the place and delivered them to him while sweating profusely, and even lied that he had eaten them. His thoughts alone are worth touching.
Who doesn’t like young people who have high emotional intelligence and know how to get things done?
The gift is not ice cream, but human kindness.
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