Chapter 29 Stealing Business
One unit, two units, three units...
After hitting a wall several times in a row , Shen Lin clearly realized that his business had met an opponent.
This opponent not only collects waste, but he also seems to have more connections than himself, so he can reach acquisition agreements with many units.
I was planning to make a fortune from this business quietly, but after only a few days of operation, it was snatched away by someone.
Shen Lin felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to see who was the person who stole his business.
Finally, when he arrived at the fifth unit, the gatekeeper told him that there was already a scrap collector collecting old newspapers inside and asked him not to go in.
Upon hearing the news, Shen Lin didn't say much, but walked silently to a corner not far from the gate.
Sitting on the tricycle, Shen Lin quietly watched the people coming in and out of the gate. After half an hour, he saw a half-new tricycle loaded with old newspapers and magazines slowly driving over.
The man riding the old tricycle is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties. He holds a cigarette in one hand and holds the handlebars with the other, looking relaxed and contented.
The appearance of this middle-aged man gave Shen Lin the impression that he was not so smart and capable, but rather had a ruffian look.
Is this the guy who stole my business?
Shen Lin looked at the car full of newspapers and knew that the man was probably going to the scrap collection station. He pedaled his tricycle and rushed towards the scrap collection station.
The advantages of the fuel tricycle were reflected at this time. In just a few minutes, Shen Lin saw the door of the scrap collection station.
However, Shen Lin did not go in immediately. Instead, he parked the car not far from the scrap collection station. Then he stood under a big tree at the scrap collection station, waiting quietly.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the man finally came over on his tricycle. The weather was hot and the tricycle was full of newspapers and books, so the man was covered in sweat.
"Second brother, this business is good. There are piles of old newspapers in the office building of the textile factory." After entering the gate of the scrap collection station, the man said happily to the fat man who was walking towards him.
When Shen Lin entered the scrap collection station, he was thinking about what the problem was. The person he suspected most was this fat man.
After all, he is the only one who knows how much money he earns.
When the fat man saw the car full of waste newspapers, he smiled brightly. The more waste newspapers he had, the more money he would make.
He has a share of this.
"I think this is a good business. You have to be more diligent. The more you pull, the more we can earn..."
The fat man's smile froze halfway through his words when he saw Shen Lin walking in.
Although he was mentally prepared, the fat man's face suddenly turned ugly when he saw Shen Lin suddenly walk in.
After all, stealing someone else's business and being caught in the act is not something that everyone can just laugh off.
But Fatty Liu is not an ordinary person. After a moment of hesitation, he stretched out his hand towards Shen Lin with a smile and said, "Hey, Xiao Shen, why are you here at this time? Where is your car?"
Looking at Fatty Liu with a smile on his face, Shen Lin suppressed the anger in his heart.
Shen Lin had been treating Fatty Liu well these days. Apart from anything else, he always had a pack of 50-cent cigarettes for him when they met every day. But now, this guy had quietly found someone to steal his business.
What made Shen Lin most angry was not that the fat man had inserted his hand into his unique business, but that the fat man not only took away his unique business, but also drove him out of it.
"Brother Liu, I didn't receive anything, but I missed you a lot, so I came in to see you with empty hands." Shen Lin suppressed his anger and said with a smile.
Fatty Liu still had a bright smile on his face, but he could tell that Shen Lin had something else in his words. However, he didn't seem to understand what Shen Lin meant, and continued to smile and said, "Ah, in business, there are always gains and losses, right?"
"Xiao Shen, you are still young. You never know when you will be able to make a lot of money."
Shen Lin smiled and said, "Brother Liu, what is this person's name?"
The middle-aged man pushing the tricycle didn't know who Shen Lin was. When he heard Shen Lin mention him, he smiled and said, "I'm Liu Gen's cousin!"
Fatty Liu's smile froze, but he immediately said, "Shen Lin, my cousin and you are both in business, you must take care of each other in the future!"
"Of course. I would also like to ask Brother Liu to look after me. I think it's a good idea for two people to run such a big business."
Shen Lin's expression remained unchanged. While he spoke, he looked at Fatty Liu.
The scoundrel-looking middle-aged man didn't quite understand what Shen Lin was talking about, but Fatty Liu knew what Shen Lin meant.
Fatty Liu was not prepared to give in to Shen Lin's compromise. After all, there were only so many office buildings, and he had already made arrangements through his connections that from now on, all the things in these places would be collected by his cousin.
In this way, he could earn seven or eight yuan a day without doing anything. If he were to give it to Shen Lin, it would be too painful.
"Haha, Shen Lin, you are still young, why do you want to hang yourself on a tree? I think you will be able to do something great in other areas in the future." Fatty Liu stretched out his fat hand and patted Shen Lin on the shoulder.
That look was full of confidence and contentment.
Shen Lin looked at the smiling Fatty Liu and knew that this person felt that he had been defeated, so at this time, he did not leave any room for him.
Giving up the business of collecting waste newspapers was not a big deal for Shen Lin. If Fatty Liu agreed to split the business equally, he might quit within a few days.
But now, Fatty Liu's attitude of taking advantage of him made him feel extremely angry in his heart.
"Brother Liu, are you really sure that you won't leave your brother some way out?" Shen Lin smiled, not angry at all.
Fatty Liu patted his belly and said, "Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but why are you so stubborn?"
"Didn't I tell you? There are plenty of roads. Just find another way."
Shen Lin knew that it was meaningless to say anything more at this point, because Fatty Liu was determined to have the meal all to himself.
"In that case, Brother Liu, I will leave first."
The words of Shen Lin and Fatty Liu made the middle-aged man feel a little dizzy. After Shen Lin left, he said to Fatty Liu: "Second brother, what was that kid doing just now? I can't hear what you mean?"
"How do you think about the business of collecting used newspapers?" Fatty Liu asked calmly.
"Not bad!" The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and said, "Earning ten dollars a day without getting tired, is there no other place to find this kind of business?"
"Haha, I think it's good too." Fatty Liu pointed forward and said, "Just a few days ago, this business was Shen Lin's exclusive business."
The ruffian-looking middle-aged man reacted immediately.
He said to Fatty Liu with some concern: "Brother, will he retaliate against us?"
"Don't worry, he won't be able to cause any trouble." Fatty Liu smiled confidently and said, "What can a scoundrel who doesn't even have a job do?"
The frivolous middle-aged man immediately complimented Fatty Liu, "That's right, even if he is not convinced, he has no choice but to endure it in front of you, brother."
"Okay, stop talking about these useless things. Hurry up and put the things in the car on the scale. It's more serious for you to go to the next store to collect waste newspapers."
Ten minutes later, a frivolous middle-aged man came out of the finance office with a thick stack of bills in his hand.
Looking at the money in the middle-aged man's hand, Fatty Liu gently placed his hand on his fat belly.
Although the money was in the hands of the middle-aged man, he had half of it. He gently stroked his belly with his hand, and a feeling that everything was under his control rose in his heart.
