Returning to the living room of the rented house again, Jiang Fan always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.
But maybe because his mind was a little confused, Jiang Fan didn't think about it at all, so Jiang Fan was too lazy to think about it too much.
Time is tight and business matters are important.
I ran back to my room, got the mobile phone I had put in the room, and didn’t take with me, and searched the recycling bin using Amap.
I found that the nearest waste recycling station to my rented house was only about one kilometer away.
Jiang Fan didn't waste any more time, took his phone and keys, and rushed out like the wind.
The house they shared with Shen Meng was located outside the East Fifth Ring Road of the capital, and could already be classified within the scope of Tong County, a subsidiary of the capital.
If the site hadn't been so remote, the monthly rent of four thousand yuan wouldn't have been enough.
Compared to the prosperity within the Fourth Ring Road, the area outside the Fifth Ring Road really feels a bit like an urban-rural fringe.
But after all, it belongs to the capital area, the best place in the country, and a place where the essence gathers. It seems that as long as you can take a few more breaths of the air here on weekdays, it will be an indescribable happiness.
As a result, there are countless fresh graduates like Jiang Fan who choose to stay in the capital after graduating from college, hoping to rely on their own efforts to make a career.
Many of them work hard to chase their dreams, and even if they are called naive and ridiculous, they still grit their teeth and persevere.
It wasn't until a few years later that I looked back and realized that I was really naive and ridiculous.
Most of them have graduated from prestigious schools. Unfortunately, their college entrance examination scores have become the biggest achievement in their lives.
From the moment they graduate, they go downhill throughout their lives.
This is life.
The success of most people depends neither on hard work nor dramatic opportunities, but on their well-established background and talents.
You think they just win at the starting line, but in fact they have been waiting for you at the finish line since birth.
Jiang Fan should have become one of these people, if that time-traveling incident had not occurred...
"Ah~~Fifth Ring~You have one more ring than Four Rings~~Ah~~Five Rings~You have one less ring than Sixth Ring~"
Humming the song of the Five Rings and feeling pretty good, Jiang Fan braved the scorching sun and arrived outside the waste recycling station he had searched for on his mobile phone.
As messy as all waste recycling stations, Jiang Fan found the operator of this waste recycling station without much effort.
A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties, dressed slovenly and unkempt.
"You mean, you want to buy brass?"
The middle-aged man stared with triangular eyes and bared his big yellow teeth. After hearing Jiang Fan's purpose clearly, he repeated it in surprise.
"That's right, don't tell me you don't have it here."
Jiang Fan wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, nodded and said.
The dog days of summer in Beijing are as hot as a steamer. Anyone who is willing to come out to meet in this kind of temperature is definitely a close friend of life and death.
There is no doubt that Jiang Fan and this middle-aged man do not know each other, but Jiang Fan is certain that he and Renmin are true life-and-death friends, and that there is only separation and no death.
"Yes, there is. It's not a rare thing, but..."
The old man looked at Jiang Fan suspiciously, looking a little hesitant.
"But what?"
Jiang Fan asked strangely.
"But there are no processed copper blocks or rods. The copper I recycle here is all scrap metal. Of course, the quality of the copper is definitely no problem."
The old man shrugged and said.
"It doesn't matter, as long as the quality of the copper is good, just give me a price."
Jiang Fan waved his hand and said proudly.
There is a situation where you can charge whatever price you want, and I can afford it.
The old man was a little unsure about Jiang Fan's approach. After thinking about it for a while, he stretched out two fingers towards Jiang Fan and said: "Twenty pounds per pound!"
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and stretched out his palm towards the old man, but compared to the old man's two fingers, Jiang Fan opened his entire palm.
Then, with the old man's surprised expression, he asked seriously: "How about five yuan?"
The joy that was about to appear in the old man's surprised expression instantly collapsed. He looked at Jiang Fan blankly for a while, then snorted coldly, turned around and entered his recycling bin.
"Hey? Uncle, don't leave. If you think the price is not right, we can negotiate. If five yuan doesn't work, I'll suffer a bit. I'll give you an extra yuan. What do you think of six yuan a pound?"
Jiang Fan hurriedly chased after him.
"You can buy it wherever you like! It costs thirteen yuan a pound for me to recycle it! Then I sell it to you for six yuan?! Am I crazy?!"
The old man's voice sounded a little angry.
"Huh? It turns out that your recycling cost price is thirteen yuan. How about I add fifty cents to you? Sell it to me for thirteen and a half yuan. Uncle, I bet fifty cents that you will definitely make a profit."
"..."
"Thirteen and a half won't work? How about fourteen? I know there are other costs to operating this recycling bin. The gross profit of one dollar is indeed not high, but small profits can make more sales, don't you think so, uncle? As long as you sell more,
You can still make a lot of money.”
"Are you going to buy a lot?"
The expectant expression reappeared on the old man's face.
"Yes, many, many!"
Jiang Fan nodded matter-of-factly.
"Then how much do you plan to buy?"
The old man seemed a little more excited.
Jiang Fan did not answer directly, but just made a six sign towards the old man.
"Six...six tons?!"
The old man's breathing began to become rapid.
Six tons is 12,000 kilograms! Even if you only earn one yuan per kilogram, that’s a gross profit of 12,000 kilograms!
"Ahem, cough, cough, this... I can't afford that much. I want sixty pounds."
Jiang Fan coughed twice, his face turned red, and he said a little embarrassed.
It wasn't that he didn't want to buy more, but he was really short of money. He only had about the last thousand yuan left on him, so he couldn't buy much at all.
The old man once again fell into a daze. Looking at Jiang Fan's shy smile in front of him, he had the urge to punch him.
After some haggling, the final price was settled at fifteen yuan per pound.
Jiang Fan used WeChat to transfer 900 yuan to the old man for sixty kilograms of copper, and spent nearly half an hour rubbing it with him, which made the old man extremely irritable. He reluctantly agreed to deliver it by tricycle.
Jiang Fan Yi Cheng.
After all, it was only a kilometer away. I had walked there under the bright sun, and I was sweating profusely, as if I had just taken a bath.
If he had to carry another sixty kilograms on his way back, Jiang Fan would doubt whether he would die on the way.
Soon he returned to the community and thanked the old man. Jiang Fan happily returned to the rented house holding sixty pounds of copper.
The last thousand yuan he had left on him was originally planned to be used for food in the next half month.
But now, nine hundred has been spent all at once. If everything doesn't go smoothly... let alone the rent issue, he won't even have food to eat at all.
Taking a deep breath and calming down, Jiang Fan subconsciously glanced at the man lying on his side with the door still closed, shook his head helplessly, and then disappeared from the spot together with the sixty pounds of copper.