Chapter 30 Overturning the Table
Riding a tricycle, Shen Lin was driving on the street. The sun was very scorching at around ten o'clock, and Shen Lin's heart was a little hot from the heat.
At this moment, Shen Lin felt frustrated but not too angry.
For him, collecting scrap is a good source of income, but it is not necessary and not too high.
He was ready to switch to repairing old appliances. Even if Fatty Liu hadn't interfered, he would have left this business after a while.
But leaving voluntarily is one situation, and being forcibly robbed like now is another situation.
Although he has lived two lives, Shen Lin still feels uncomfortable with this anger.
“Bang!”
A soft sound came from a distance. Turning his head, Shen Lin saw a glass bottle fell to the ground.
Three figures holding worn plastic bags quickly rushed towards the location of the glass bottle.
In the blink of an eye, the fastest runner had already picked up the glass bottle, while the other two walked back dejectedly.
"It's already this late and you're still picking up trash. Don't you know that this job not only doesn't make money but is also very tiring?" Shen Lin said loudly to the two dejected figures.
The two ragpickers turned around and saw Shen Lin sitting on the tricycle. Although they didn't like what Shen Lin said, they didn't say much.
"Why, do you think I don't know how much money you make in this business? You can only make two or three yuan a day at best, but my cousin collects waste in Donghai, especially collecting waste newspapers from some government agencies, and he can make more than 20 yuan a day."
Shen Lin deliberately said loudly: " Now that they have been collected, who would still pick them up?"
As he spoke, Shen Lin pedaled his tricycle and prepared to leave, and the three ragpickers all had looks of concern on their faces.
A thin-faced man stopped Shen Lin and asked, "Young man, is everything you said true?"
"How can it not be true? Let me tell you, my cousin originally asked me to collect waste newspapers, but I felt that this business was a bit embarrassing, so I didn't do it." Shen Lin deliberately said: "If you don't believe it, just try it yourself."
"My cousin told me that the most profitable jobs are in government agencies. There are piles of used newspapers and books there. You can earn tens of thousands of dollars just from the used newspapers in one agency."
"But to collect newspapers in places like this, you sometimes need to find someone you know, otherwise they may not sell them to you!"
Shen Lin did not stop here. He did not know whether the three people would try the method he mentioned, but he believed that as long as he talked about it more often, there would definitely be people who would try it.
He couldn't do anything about Fatty Liu, but he didn't believe that Fatty Liu had the ability to really swallow up the entire market for used newspapers.
One, two, three...
Riding the tricycle, Shen Lin circled the streets. In just two hours, Shen Lin had told hundreds of his colleagues in the scrap collection industry how to make money by collecting waste and how to make more money by collecting old newspapers in government agencies.
Some of these colleagues were skeptical, while others tried it directly.
After all, it is not too difficult for them to give it a try.
Shen Lin himself pedaled his tricycle and drove quickly towards the market.
The university is about to start, and Shen Lin plans to buy some things from the market and take advantage of the opportunity of the new students to make some money.
And just as Shen Lin plunged into the market to purchase goods, the words he spread finally began to take effect.
Lu Hongge pedaled his tricycle, humming a little tune, feeling very happy!
He didn't have to do any heavy work, just collecting some waste newspapers in the office and he could earn twenty yuan a day. This good thing made him feel like he was dreaming.
But it's true!
Although half of the twenty yuan was to be given to his cousin Fatty Liu, Lu Hongge did not feel that there was anything wrong with the situation.
After all, this job was introduced to me by my cousin. If it weren't for my cousin, I would not have been able to earn so much money.
And the boy who used to make money from this kicked his cousin out of the business.
So what if you did it first?
If you don’t have any connections, this kind of business will never come to you!
Flour mill!
Looking at the magnificent office building, Lu Hongge felt that it was a piece of fat meat. If he cleaned it up himself, maybe he could earn more than 30 yuan just from the newspapers.
"Who are you looking for?" The security guard in khaki working clothes blocked Lu Hongge's way.
Lu Hongge skillfully took out a cigarette and handed it over, saying, "Brother, I am collecting old newspapers. Section Chief Chen asked me to come here."
The security guard took the cigarette and put it behind his ear skillfully, then said with a hint of doubt: "No, that's not right. A guy who collects old newspapers just came in and is collecting them now. By the way, there is no section chief named Chen among us."
Even without Section Chief Chen, there are still people collecting junk. The two pieces of news made Lu Hongge stunned.
"Uncle, you said there is someone collecting waste newspapers in there?" Thinking that the money that should have belonged to him was snatched away by others, Lu Hongge's eyes turned red.
When the security guard saw someone questioning his words, he immediately said unhappily: "Why, do you think I can fool you about this kind of thing? If you don't believe me, come with me and take a look."
Just as the security guard was speaking, a half-new tricycle drove out of the factory. The tricycle was now loaded with waste newspapers.
A man wearing a white vest, who looked to be in his thirties, was walking towards the door with a proud look on his face.
"You...how can you collect waste newspapers here? Stop right there." Lu Hongge stood directly in the middle of the road.
The man in the white vest braked quickly and saw Lu Hongge's old tricycle. Although there were not many things on the tricycle, as a colleague, the man immediately identified Lu Hongge's identity.
Competitors are enemies!
Especially those who stop you from leaving are your enemies among enemies!
"Is there something wrong?" The man in the white vest said to Lu Hongge bluntly.
"My cousin said that the waste newspapers here are my responsibility, and he has already talked to Section Chief Chen here." Lu Hongge took a breath and said in a deep voice.
"Section Chief Chen?" The man in the white vest laughed and said, "I don't know who Section Chief Chen is. I am collecting waste newspapers here with the permission of my fourth uncle."
At this point, he turned to the security guard and said, "Uncle Li, do you know who Section Chief Chen is talking about?"
"In our flour mill office, the only person with the last name Chen is Xiao Chen, who works as a correspondent. Could he be talking about Xiao Chen?"
The security guard said to Lu Hongge, "We have rules in our flour mill. If you're blocking the door, don't blame me for asking someone to take you to the police station."
Lu Hongge's momentum suddenly dropped a lot. The crackdown was going on and he didn't want to be taken to the police station.
As he unconsciously made way, the man in the white vest pedaled the tricycle, swaying forward.
"Uncle, could you let me in to look for Section Chief Chen?" Lu Hongge was somewhat reluctant to leave like this, so he took out a cigarette the security guard.
The security guard took the cigarette and pointed at a young man who was leaving the house and said, "Xiao Chen, come here for a moment, is there anyone looking for you?"
When the young man heard the voice of the security guard, he quickly ran over and said, "Uncle Li, what can I do for you?"
"They're looking for you, Section Chief Chen." As the security guard spoke, he sat down on his bamboo chair and leisurely fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan.
The young Chen glanced at Lu Hongge and said, "Do you have something to ask me?"
"Excuse me, are you Section Chief Chen? I am Fatty Liu's cousin, Fatty Liu from the scrap collection station." While Lu Hongge was speaking, he carefully took out a cigarette and handed it over.
Xiao Chen took the cigarette, glanced at it casually and said, "I was just talking to your cousin. Since you are here, I don't need to bother running away."
"Tell your cousin not to worry about the waste newspapers from our factory. Our office director has already arranged for someone to take care of them."
When Xiao Chen said this, he waved his hand towards Lu Hongge and said, "Go somewhere else."
