"Are they all unusable? I looked at the old computers and old TVs above, and they don't seem too broken. None of them are usable?"
Shen Dapeng wanted to step forward to check the discarded TV, but was stopped by the young man.
"You haven't said what you do? You came to my house without saying a word, and you didn't buy these scraps. You're not a reporter from some TV station, right? Are you here to expose me?"
"Let me tell you, my family's industrial and commercial procedures are all complete. If you want to find trouble, you can't find our family. Go and have a look elsewhere. Go quickly, go quickly..."
The young man seemed a little impatient, and even less happy. With a look of disdain that had not been tempered by society, he waved his hand, which was oily black and so dirty that it was hard to tell whether it was a rag or a towel.
"Friend, I think you misunderstood. I am not a reporter. You all do small business to support your family. I will not expose anything. I am just an ordinary college student!"
Shen Dapeng sorted out every pocket on his body, around his waist, under his ribs, around his neck, and all the places where the DV recorder could be hidden, and showed it to the young man.
"My name is Shen Dapeng. I am a freshman at Shuimu University. I am studying environmental planning and management at the School of Environment. I heard that our high-tech park near the capital is a relatively large-scale scrap purchase and sales site, so I came to take a look.
No matter what the situation is, I have absolutely no ill intentions."
"Student of Shuimu University? How do I know if you are a bad person? Do you have a student ID card?"
The young man seemed a little unconvinced and looked Shen Dapeng up and down, but the content of the question still felt a bit immature.
If you are really a bad person with ulterior motives, you can forge a certificate from any department, let alone a student ID card, for just one hundred yuan.
But coincidentally, Shen Dapeng has been spending time in the school library recently. To enter the library and rent books, you need a student ID card, so he carries his student ID card with him.
The young man took Shen Dapeng's student ID card and carefully compared the photo with the person in person. After confirming, he did not say anything. His eyes were full of confusion and powerlessness.
“The students from Shuimu University are so nice!”
The young man was stunned for a while, forced out a smile, and then handed the student ID card back to Shen Dapeng. However, there were two clear fingerprints printed on the first and second pages respectively.
Your things are dirty, I'm sorry..."
The young man was in a panic and wanted to wipe it quickly, but the oil stains on his hands had not been cleaned before. The harder he wiped, the dirtier and dirtier it became. He kept saying sorry, but looked at the student ID card that had become completely dirty.
, even more at a loss, and the tanned cheeks that were tanned by the sun were filled with shame.
"it does not matter."
Shen Dapeng took the student ID card and put it into his pocket without hesitation.
"Ah, by the way, my name is Wu Qihan, and this scrap collection depot was opened by my grandfather and father."
Wu Qihan wanted to shake hands with Shen Dapeng, but he retracted his hand halfway and said, "Come in and sit down."
Wu Qihan's tone of voice was very polite, and could even be said to be a bit inferior to others.
There was a little admiration and envy in his eyes, and he politely took Shen Dapeng to the house at the end of the stone path without considering whether the Shen Dapeng he was facing was good or bad.
When Shen Dapeng entered the house, it seemed a little dark inside, even if Wu Qihan turned on the light.
Looking up at the fist-sized yellow light bulb, I suddenly became curious. Nowadays, people may not be able to use LED light bulbs or light tubes, but at least they can use white light tubes or energy-saving fluorescent light bulbs. Why does his family still use the ones from the 1990s?
light bulb?
"Haha, this thing is cheap. My grandpa is used to yellow light bulbs and feels that fluorescent lamps are a bit too bright. My grandpa's eyes are not very good and he can't stand the stimulation of strong light, so he seldom works when the sun is the strongest. This
Don’t sleep and rest in the house.”
"Oh, if your eyes are bad, you should go to the hospital for a check-up. As you get older, you are more likely to have cataracts or glaucoma."
Shen Dapeng looked around the room. The small living room was not large, and the furnishings inside were very simple, including a short square table with black oil stains and several forty-centimeter-high mats.
"I went to the hospital and found out it was glaucoma. It's an occupational disease left over from purchasing waste products over the years. Most of the plastic products are medical waste. Various unknown liquids evaporate, or you rub your eyes after contaminating your hands, so it's harmful to the skin and eyes.
The damage caused occurred over many years, and when it was discovered, doctors said it could no longer be cured."
"You know so much, why do you still join us in the waste collection business? The older generation worked hard, but now society has changed. Young people have better employment opportunities. Even if they work in restaurants outside, it is better than here.
Are you stronger? Of course, working part-time is definitely not as profitable as running your own business."
Shen Dapeng looked around and saw a small door on the left and right sides of the living room that he had to bow his head in the past. They were probably the other two bedrooms. The kitchen was definitely not inside the house.
When I entered the house just now, I saw a small room next to it. There was a large black iron pot with beans and potatoes stewed in it. It was covered with mesh, and flies were leisurely strolling back and forth on it, savoring the delicious food without any fishy smell.
The furnishings of the room look a little different from most homes in the north. Northern homes usually have high tables and high stools. This kind of low table and matza are more common in other areas, especially with Wu Qihan's accent.
It's not the flavor of Yanbei in the suburbs of Beijing, but it has a slightly strong nasal sound.
"Grandpa and dad don't let me work. It's because I have nothing to do now, so I'm busy looking for some useful parts to repair grandpa's radio."
Wu Qihan smiled honestly, "Actually, it was because I was incompetent and couldn't get into college, so I simply stopped studying."
"Did you also take the college entrance examination this year?"
Shen Dapeng asked curiously, grabbed a Mazha and leaned over to sit down.
"etc."
Wu Qihan took the lead and wiped the mat before letting Shen Dapeng sit down, "In order for me to get a better education, my grandfather came to the capital from Shaanxi and Gansu with his family before I went to school. He studied hard for ten years and this year
I was originally admitted to the Agricultural University, but in the end, due to issues with my student status and household registration, the university did not admit me."
"That's a pity. Agricultural University is also a good school."
Shen Dapeng never expected that the boy in front of him was actually a college student. It was hard to believe that he was willing to collect scraps here.
"Actually, it doesn't matter. You can still live without studying. At worst, my grandfather and father can continue to collect scraps and earn tens of thousands of yuan a year. It is much better than working for others."
Wu Qihan's words revealed his helplessness at unfair treatment, but there was no dissatisfaction or hostility towards society.
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