The small turmoil caused by the trouble of Zejian Company quickly subsided, and the final news was that the man was finally given 3,000 yuan and sent away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a sense of sympathy in each company, and there is a prejudice against construction companies in society, and they feel that if they do this business, they must be a dark society. It's not easy. The top has to be supplied, the peers have to compete, and the following is a random troublemaker, and you have to find a way to pay to appease, and no company wants to make a big deal unless it is absolutely necessary.

According to the rhetoric taught by Zhao Zejun, Ren Jifu became He Dapeng's 'accomplice' very smoothly, and he ate and lived in a three-story building most of the time.

Especially at night, two people take turns to sleep to prevent the demolition office from being hard.

Zhao Zejun didn't tell anyone about sending food and drink, and even Jiang Xuan didn't deliberately reveal it, so he only let Junzi do it.

On the night of the fourth day, the soldier took the opportunity of supervising the work on the construction site to send a bag of food and drink to him in the dark.

On the noisy construction site of Gaogang Village, the searchlight illuminated the night as if it were day, Zhao Zejun squatted on a big stone and asked Junzi: "Is it done?" ”

Standing in the shadows behind him, Junzi nodded, and said, "I asked him how much money he wanted, but he wouldn't say. ”

"That's none of our business." Zhao Zejun waved his hand.

No matter how much money Ren Jifu asked He Dapeng for, he had nowhere to spend it.

On Huangquan Road, there is no toll for crossing the road.

Zhao Zejun squatted on the big stone, took out three cigarettes, lit them one by one, didn't smoke them, and lined them up in the direction of the three-story building, letting them burn out by themselves.

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In a garbage dump in Yijiang City, a vacant lot in the southeast looks like a large piece of ruins, with dozens of centimeters of construction waste spread out.

A dozen or so well-dressed people, now like garbage workers, carrying baskets, sticks, and iron clips, rummaging through the ruins.

Director Sun of the garbage dump handed Zhao Zejun a cigarette and said with a smile: "Boss Zhao, you are really good at business!" Admire, admire! ”

Zhao Zejun lit a cigarette for Sun Changchang, and then lit it himself: "You also know the work of collecting garbage, the profit is not small, and there are many points to be made in all aspects, I don't have no choice, so I thought of filtering it first." Maybe there are some good things, but it's a pity that the brain was shattered. ”

"Yes, yes, you are too old to say, then it is better to protect national cultural relics!" Director Sun joked.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. It's better for us to make money. Chief Sun, I don't necessarily come every day, if I'm not here, I'll work hard for you, and if there's anything you need, you can find the army. He was raised by you since childhood, and you are welcome to do something. ”

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll show you a good look."

Junzi's father was a garbage dump worker before his death, and through him he contacted Sun Changchang, rented a piece of land in the garbage dump, and pulled out the construction waste of Zejian Company every day, and stayed at the garbage dump for a day without sending it to the recycling site.

On this day, the owners of the seven antique shops that Zhao Zejun contacted in the antique market, plus Shen Lian's family, either the boss came in person, or sent apprentices to pick out valuable things to buy from these scraps.

The ruins aren't necessarily all antiques, most of them aren't. But you can always find something more or less collectible, which requires vision and experience. For example, old thread-bound books, food stamps and stamps in the early days of liberation, commemorative coins of a certain year and an event, and even clothes of a certain era, etc., some people are willing to pay for collections.

The demolition team scraped the ground for the first time, and the eye-catching large objects must not be left, but after all, they are not professionals, their eyesight is not good, and they have no culture, and the entry time is limited, so the ground must be very rough on the first trip.

In addition to collecting the venue rental fee, Zhao Zejun discussed with him that no matter how much money he sells every day, he will take out 5% of it and hand it over to the garbage dump, and he will personally handle the money.

What Director Sun has to do, in addition to ensuring that Zejian's garbage is smoothly transported, exported and stored, he also has to help watch the field, count the valuable things picked up, count and make accounts, and at the same time Zhao Zejun hopes that he will keep it secret for the time being, and don't let others get close to this piece of Zejian Company's garbage, and the news of the province will spread and cause unnecessary trouble.

Of course, the paper can't hold the fire, no matter how strict Sun Chang's mouth is, after a long time, there will always be rumors going out, fortunately, the demolition project has been two months before and after, and now almost a third has passed, and at the end of the demolition, it doesn't matter if the news spreads.

The favor plus the ticket opened the way, and everything went smoothly on the garbage dump side.

Shen Lian worked under the scorching sun in the daytime, and there was no smoke on his body, Zhao Zejun finally dispelled his last idea, and Lao Shen was alone, carrying a big basket on his back, and poured out all the things in the basket into an open space.

"What's this? Old Shen, didn't you see that you are still an underwear fetish? ”

Zhao Zejun picked a dirty red cloth with a stick, embroidered with three stupid birds, not like mandarin ducks, because mandarin ducks are all in pairs, and I have never heard of a third party intervening.

"What do you know, this is a belly pocket for a child, and people used to do it. I wore it when I was in the room, and someone collected this thing! Lao Shen said angrily with a mask urn.

Zhao Zejun was speechless, he had only heard that he could wear a condom for contraception during intercourse, and for the first time he heard that he could wear a belly pocket to give birth to a baby...... Okay, as long as someone is willing to spend money.

After half a day, the people in several stores poured all the things they found and thought were valuable on the open space, and Sun Changchang took a pen and kept accounts on the side.

Things are clearly placed here, not that whoever finds them is who's, all spread out, and everyone bids.

"Don't rob me, I want this inkstone, fifty yuan!"

"Less, are you all blind to us? Even if you buy a piece of the current inkstone, it's more than fifty, this is a Huangshi inkstone, and I will pay three hundred! ”

"Okay, okay, you take it! I don't want it! ”

"Lao Zhu, do you want these moldy stamps? You don't want me to take it. ”

"Don't, don't, you have to deal with it when you go back! I'll ...... for thirty dollars."

", you, I'll be fifty."

"Gotta take it...... Yo, this is a good thing, poplar walnut, Boss Zhao, I took the two of five hundred yuan, it's the real price, I didn't lie to you......"

"Boss He, you didn't tell the truth when you opened your mouth, you only gave five hundred pairs of walnuts? I'll give you five thousand, and you can buy me ten pairs!" ”

"Fuck, whose thread-bound version says the text and deciphers the words?! It's a pity that half of the ,...... is scattered."

A young apprentice called out as if he had a treasure: "Fuck, the Little Tigers are out of print!" Boss Zhao, I personally bought it! ”

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The use of this bidding method has played a role in mutual supervision, and it has ensured that Zhao Zejun will not be fooled to the greatest extent.

Of course, due to the rush of time, there is no way to guarantee that these antique bosses will give 100% of the real price. As soon as the things changed hands in their hands, it was definitely much higher than the price charged from Zhao Zejun.

But Zhao Zejun doesn't care, it's still the same sentence, everyone plays their own calculations, and everyone makes their own money. There are not enough benefits, how can these wealthy bosses run the garbage dump on a hot day to pick up leaks?

At the end of this day, the messy things picked up in the garbage heap were sold for more than 10,000 yuan! After picking and choosing, there are still a lot of left, and several bosses don't accept it, Shen Lian takes away a thousand yuan, he has many channels, and he is not afraid that he will not be able to sell it.

Zhao Zejun is very satisfied, these are pure profits, if you don't go through this hand, you will be directly sent to the recycling bin for crushing.

Squatting on the garbage heap and smoking a cigarette, gulping mineral water, he used to say 'garbage' was a curse, and now he loves this garbage to death.

Well, you should hang a big sign in your office and read: Garbage King!