Chapter 31: Do Good Things Without Leaving a Name
A good piece of fat meat was about to fall into his mouth, but it was snatched away by someone else.
Lu Hongge felt so aggrieved.
His good mood disappeared completely in an instant!
But at this time, even if he felt uncomfortable, he had to endure it. After saying goodbye to Section Chief Chen, he went to another factory.
The next factory is also a piece of fat meat!
Although he lost a piece, there are still several pieces of fat waiting for him? Thinking of this, Lu Hongge suddenly became more energetic!
But he didn't know that what was waiting for him ahead was not only fat meat, but also people who would snatch his food from his mouth.
Fatty Liu is very busy!
He found that more and more people came to deliver their used newspapers, and in the whole morning, a queue formed in front of him!
Although these old newspapers and books are all different, Fatty Liu's keen eyes from collecting waste for many years allow him to tell the origins of these wastes at a glance.
Waste newspapers from factories and offices.
Shouldn't these things be collected by my cousin?
After weighing it several times, Fatty Liu felt something was wrong, so he said to a middle-aged man he had talked to before, "Old Xu, where did you get this newspaper? It doesn't look like you picked it up."
"I collected this from my cousin's workplace. Wow, I never thought there were so many good things piled up in their workplace."
" What a waste! If I had known they had so many good things, I should have gone to collect them a few days ago. Tsk, tsk, I could make a lot of money from that."
Lao Xu had dealt with Fatty Liu a lot, so he didn't hide anything from him. Fatty Liu's face suddenly turned pale.
He knew where Lao Xu's cousin worked, and he had even greeted that place. Now that Lao Xu was collecting used newspapers from there, all his greetings were in vain.
These old newspapers should have belonged to him.
"Lao Xu, how do you know these old newspapers can be collected?" Fatty Liu almost gritted his teeth when he said this.
Lao Xu smiled naively and said, "I didn't know it at first, but a kind young man told me. By the way, he not only told me, but also told many of our colleagues."
"Tsk, tsk, this young man is the same. It would be great if he just told me about this matter!"
Lao Xu’s words made Fatty Liu’s head buzz for a moment.
In order to make himself rich, he put in a lot of effort. Not only did he find Lu Hongge as a partner, but he also used a lot of favors.
And now, the return of these favors...
"That young man is about 1.7 meters tall and looks quiet and gentle." When Fatty Liu said this, he felt like he was gritting his teeth.
"Yes, Lao Liu, you know that young man. Can you give me his contact address? I want to thank him very much." Lao Xu rubbed his hands and said expectantly.
Fatty Liu's eyes were a little red at this moment. If Shen Lin was by his side at this moment, he would have wanted to knock Shen Lin down with one punch.
This guy is so cruel. I just stole his business, but he overturned the table in an instant.
This young man has no moral principles!
Just when Fatty Liu was trembling inwardly, Lu Hongge came over pushing an empty cart and said, "Brother, I went to several factories, but they were all taken away by others. You...you said something, but it didn't work!"
Shen Lin couldn't see Fatty Liu's anger at all.
At this time, Shen Lin was strolling in the market in the west of the city. As the market was opened up, more and more items appeared in the market.
"Come and take a look, these foreign trade stockings are only 30 cents a pair, and they are so comfortable to wear!"
"Dacron short-sleeved shirt, three yuan a piece!"
"Selling towels, towels produced by big factories..."
Listening to the lively hawking sounds, Shen Lin felt a familiar feeling in his heart.
After walking around the market, Shen Lin found that most of the people selling things were only selling a single thing. For example, those selling towels basically only sold towels and did not sell anything else.
"Brother, your towel is very nice!" Shen Lin grabbed a towel and said with a smile.
The man selling towels was a short and thin man in his thirties. Wearing a floral shirt, he gave people a sense of being smart and capable.
"Brother, let me tell you, this is a product of Towel Factory No. 2. If you buy it in a store, you will have to pay one dollar per towel. But here, it’s only 80 cents per towel." The short and thin man said with a smile.
He looks like Jiang Taigong who is going to fish!
Shen Lin touched the towel and said with a smile: "It's a good thing, but why do I feel that this doesn't look like a product of Towel Factory No. 2?"
"Aren't all their products supplied to the supply and marketing cooperatives?"
Seeing Shen Lin's suspicion, the man in the flowered shirt immediately showed a look of "you don't understand" on his face: "Brother, you don't believe me, your brother!"
"Let me tell you, even though this is just a small stall, the goods here are indeed from Towel Factory No. 2."
"In the past, it was hard to get the goods from Towel Factory No. 2, but now, the goods from Towel Factory No. 2 are also hard to sell. They can't pay out bonuses, so they use these things to offset the bonuses."
"Tsk tsk, I bought it from them at the factory price."
Shen Lin looked at the flowered shirt with a proud look on his face and said, "Brother, how many can you sell in a day?"
"There are always a hundred or so!" The man in the flowered shirt looked at Shen Lin with a vigilant look and said unhappily.
These hundred or so items are probably not a real number, and the number of floral shirts is an exaggeration.
Shen Lin smiled and said, "Brother, if I buy 200 towels from you at once, will you give me a suitable price? Otherwise, I will go to the Towel Factory No. 2 to buy them?"
Buy two hundred at once!
Although the towel in the flowered shirt's hand can be put away for a short period of time, it not only accumulates and occupies funds, but also needs to be prevented from fading over time.
Two hundred pieces would be equivalent to what he sells in a week!
Looking at the smiling Shen Lin, Huashanzi really wanted to tell him his usual selling price, but thinking of what Shen Lin had just said, he finally suppressed the thought.
He is not the only one selling towels.
"Thirty cents a piece. If it's more, I won't lose money!" The man in the flowered shirt said softly to Shen Lin in a painful voice.
Shen Lin picked up a towel and looked at it carefully for a few times before saying, "Thirty cents a towel is a bit expensive, but it's acceptable."
"But you can't earn money from me with this handkerchief, right?"
Compared to towels, handkerchiefs are less timid and easier to make.
The man in the flowered shirt picked up a handkerchief and said, "Brother, this handkerchief is also from the Second Towel Factory. It is much better than those produced by those small workshops in the village."
"Since you said so, I'll treat you as my friend. I'll pay you one cent each, no less!"
One cent for a handkerchief is still acceptable.
