Chapter 4 Silver Lucky Cat

Chengkou Waste Station is the largest recycling station in the old city, Zhang Heng was originally an old customer here, and most of the waste collected every day is sold here.

The boss's surname is Li, a middle-aged fat man in his forties, who saw Zhang Heng pedaling an empty tricycle to the compound, and asked him with a smile: "Xiao Zhang, didn't you receive anything today? Why did you come here on an empty car?"

"Hehe, I'm here to shop for something today. Zhang Heng parked the tricycle and looked at the mountains of waste steel bars, waste mechanical parts, and miscellaneous waste products piled up in the compound, and felt very comfortable.

In the past, he had to fight with Li Fatzi for a few cents, but today the role is reversed, he wants to be a big customer here and buy Li Fatzi's scrap!

When Fat Li heard that Zhang Heng was actually going to come to shop for things, he asked with a strange smile on his face: "Okay, Xiao Zhang, have you found any way to make a fortune, and you won't tell my brother?"

"No, no, it's just that my friend asked me to get a few scrap motors or something. ”

Zhang Heng casually found an excuse, and Li Fatzi didn't see that he had any way to make a fortune, so he asked him to choose by himself, and then he was busy weighing others.

The recycling bin has everything from scrapped cars to nuts and nails, drink bottles, beer bottles, and all sorts of things.

Zhang Heng walked beside the scrap heap, his eyes fell on a half-used water pump, and he easily lifted it out and launched the identification technique!

"The rusty old pump can be recycled with 5 points and has a low repair value. ”

"Not bad, five points. Zhang Heng threw it aside and continued to look for the target.

After several judgments, he found a rule, the more mechanical or high-tech scrap, the higher the recycling price, so most of the items he picked out were some small power tools, which were not worth much, but they could recover a lot of points.

It didn't take long for a black stone to catch his attention, this stone was carved into the shape of a beckoning cat, it was very heavy, but it was not metal, how could it appear in the scrap yard?

Then Li Fatzi was cheated?

Some people who sell waste products will hide a few stones in the scrap iron cans, or stuff some damp ones in the middle of the bundles of cardboard boxes to gain weight, Zhang Heng has seen these bad tricks, so he didn't take it too seriously, and he was ready to throw away the stone cat.

But after thinking about it, he wasn't in a hurry anyway, so he used the identification technique on this stone beckoning cat, and the result surprised him!

"The silver ornament covered with porcelain can recover 700 points and cannot be repaired. ”

"Damn, seven hundred points?" Zhang Heng was taken aback, holding this stone cat weighing about ten pounds and looking over and over again, he didn't expect this thing to be silver??

Since ancient times, gold and silver have been hard currency, even if Zhang Heng has only studied junior high school, he knows that silver is valuable, so he silently put the stone beckoning cat next to the electric tools he selected, and said to Li Fatzi from afar: "Boss, come and count the money!"

"Finished scooping up the treasure?" Li Fatzi looked at the dozen or so things on the ground, and said with a smile: "Take away these small ones for seventy yuan each, and the two big ones will be one hundred yuan each." ”

Dealing with waste products all year round, Zhang Heng naturally knew that the price was a bit inflated, although there was copper wire in the motor, but the iron was only a few cents a catty, so he bargained: "The small fifty, the big eighty." ”

"Sensei bargain, the price I gave you is fair, do you want to love it!" Li Fatzi didn't have time to argue with Zhang Heng on these dozens of yuan, and after talking about the price, he turned around and talked to a person who came to sell scrap steel bars.

Zhang Heng scolded a few words secretly and said, "Okay, but I took this beckoning cat and went back as an ornament." ”

Li Fatzi looked back and said impatiently: "Take it, that broken thing is worthless!"

After getting Li Fatzi's reply, Zhang Heng moved the beckoning cat to the tricycle in a heartbeat, and then began to pack up those small power tools.

I only listened to the casual question of the steel bar seller Li Fatzi: "Lao Li, why do you even accept stones?"

"Collect a wool, last time there was an old man who came to sell scrap iron, and he hid such a thing in a big iron pot, and he cheated me for a few dollars, damn!"

Hearing this, Zhang Heng thought to himself, you stupid pig, the baby doesn't know you right under your nose, you can buy this thing for a few dollars, it can be regarded as stepping on a big shit luck, and you still complain?

After packing up his things, Zhang Heng pretended to be relaxed and left after paying the money, in fact, his heart has been pounding, on the one hand, he was excited to pick up the baby, and on the other hand, he was afraid that the fat man Li would find out the clues.

Fortunately, Li Fatzi didn't know the goods at all, and he didn't treat the beckoning cat as a treasure, until Zhang Heng rode far away, then he found a roadside bridge where no one stopped, and carried the beckoning cat to the bottom of the bridge.

After finding a granite with a bowl mouth, Zhang Heng smashed the ceramic shell of the beckoning cat a little bit, and finally revealed the white metal inside, and his mood was suddenly excited.

This is silver, although it is not as valuable as gold, but it is also calculated by grams, much more high-end than the broken copper and iron he received before, and looking at the weight of this thing, I am afraid it is close to twenty catties!

The surface of this beckoning cat is a layer of black porcelain about the thickness of the skin of a watermelon, and after all of it is broken, the whole becomes smaller, but the silver luster can't be faked!

He hurriedly took the rod scale from the tricycle and weighed it, good guy, it weighed seventeen and a half pounds!

"Hahaha, I've made a fortune, I've made a fortune, I've really earned it by picking up a silver beckoning cat for nothing!"

As for the 700 points of recycling, Zhang Heng didn't think much about it at all, what he lacks most at the moment is money, and it is the last word to sell it for money, anyway, there are points to earn from recycling waste products!

Recycling the waste power tools on the car in turn, Zhang Heng wrapped the lucky cat with a broken snakeskin bag, and tied it to the handrail behind the car with a rope, and then slowly rushed towards the new city, in his impression, there are several shops over there that specialize in selling gold and silver jewelry.

Humming a little song along the way to a jewelry store that recycles gold and silverware, Zhang Heng walked in with a snakeskin bag, and the saleswoman saw that he was wearing dirty, and he was still holding a snakeskin bag in his hand, and frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to sell silverware!"

Sure that Zhang Heng was not here to rob, the salesman breathed a sigh of relief and asked contemptuously: "Selling rings or earrings?"

"Seventeen and a half pounds!"

As soon as these words came out, several customers who bought jewelry in the store were startled, thinking to themselves why the jewelry is so heavy, and it actually weighs seventeen and a half?

The salesman sneered and sarcastically said: "We are a gold shop here, not a collector of scrap iron, you can sell it elsewhere!"

was looked down upon like this, Zhang Heng's temper also came up, and he scolded angrily: "Damn, if you don't take it and pull it down, Lao Tzu won't sell it to you!"

At this time, a man who was buying jewelry with his wife in the store said, "Wait a minute, can you show me your silverware?"