Dushan Scrap Station――

Lin Yi has never been here, and only after coming here did he know what is the boundless waste and what is the final stop of the garbage.

However, the entire scrapyard is divided into three or four small-scale waste recycling points, with plastic products being classified as one category, scrap iron and steel being classified as one category, cardboard waste paper and used books being classified as one category, and wine bottle glass being classified as one category.

Of course, Lin Yi ignored those scrap iron wine bottles, but walked straight towards the pile of waste paper and old books.

The closer and closer, I found that a large pile of waste products was towering like a mountain, and what was even more surprising was that there were people climbing on the "mountain", to be precise, there were no less than seventeen or eighteen people who were digging for old books, four of whom Lin Yi knew all, Dong Glasses, Wang Heizi and his wife, and Liu Sanliang. The lazy Liu Sanliang even came to the scrapyard to buy books, and it seemed that Lin Yi's overnight wealth stimulated him a lot. The rest of the people Lin Yi also felt familiar, probably some stall owners who often mingled in the second-hand book market, as well as some book hunters who liked to buy books.

Looking at Dong Glasses and the others, they are basically all neatly equipped, gloves, masks, sun hats, and holding blades and iron hooks in their hands.

If it is a bag, it is packed in a sack, and it is gently pulled with a blade, and the whole bag is broken, and the books inside flow out with a bang.

Not far away, the owner of the scrapyard sat aside, knocking his legs and drinking tea leaves, and he was happy to see the book pickers tossing and turning on his pile of old paper on such a hot day.

Watching others suffer is sometimes a pleasure, isn't it?

Lin Yi did not directly rush to the towering mountain peak and shout that I am coming, but walked in front of the owner of the scrap yard with a smile and handed a cigarette very politely.

His box of Chinese Cypriots is now using Su cigarettes.

The boss was not polite, he took the cigarette directly with a slightly dirty hand, put it to his mouth, and said, "What's the matter, young man, come to buy books too?" ”

"Yes, I like to read it, it's too expensive to buy a used book stall, so I'll come here to buy a little." Lin Yi helped him light it.

The boss is almost forty years old, with a black head and a black face, squinting his eyes and taking a beautiful puff, "Grass, good cigarettes are good cigarettes, and the taste is different from a box of ten yuan!" "A mouthful of foam.

"You're late, see no, those people came more than an hour earlier than you, and they're still investigating!"

Lin Yi was still smiling, "Books and people are fateful, no matter morning or evening; But I'm curious, where did the scrapyard get so many books this time? ”

The boss bit a cigarette and showed his blackened teeth and said: "It's not from the county seat, the old books in our place are almost gone, and people's consciousness is also strong...... Well, it took me a long time to pick them up. ”

Lin Yi looked at it, and sure enough, there were a lot of books piled up not far from the boss, and they looked good, most of them were literature, history and philosophy, among which there were a few Lin Yi who were in the picture, namely "Yu Xin Anthology" published by Zhongzhou Painting Society, Zhonghua Book Company 1980 edition of "Yuan Dynasty Social Class System", Zhonghua Book Company 1981 edition of "Jiangsu and Zhejiang Bibliophiles", China Children's Publishing House "Selected Chinese Folk Tales. The first episode", Sichuan Publishing House, 1987 edition of "Ming and Qing White Lotus Teaching" hard hardcover.

The reason why Lin Yi took a fancy to these books was not because his strange nose reacted, but because he had seen it in Taoshu notes, if he remembered it well, "Selected Works of Yu Xin", "The Social Class System of the Yuan Dynasty", "A Brief History of Bibliophiles in Jiangsu and Zhejiang", and "Selected Chinese Folk Tales. The first episode can sell for more than 30 yuan each, and the last hardcover "Ming and Qing White Lotus Sect Research" can sell for about 120.

Therefore, Lin Yi asked the boss how to sell these books, but the boss directly said that this pile of books should be shot at once, not sold in a piece.

Lin Yi looked at other books, almost twenty or thirty copies, and they were not too valuable, but he didn't give up yet, so he asked, "How much does it cost to shoot a shot?" ”

The boss raised two fingers, "Two hundred." ”

Lin Yi shut up, so many books only make a profit of dozens of yuan, and he doesn't do it.

The boss is still foaming, "Dogs, they all think I don't know how to read, and I pick up leaks in my scrap yard all day long!" Who was that last time, Wang Heizi...... Yes, it's him, this girl bought a purple "Mao Xuan" from me, and only gave me thirty yuan, and I heard that he sold it for more than 500 yuan as soon as he changed hands. Dog, let's act now, you guys still pick up a fart! ”

Lin Yi was speechless, after all, he was also here to pick up the leaks.

The boss saw that Lin Yi's expression was unnatural, so he laughed and said, "Did you even circle in and scold?" Don't worry, we are like bears, and sometimes our speech is ugly...... If you don't want these books, just pick them up in the pile yourself, I say to you, all you pick out by yourself, all five dollars a pound, on the pound, if the sack is not opened and go directly, then two dollars a pound, we no matter the depth of the relationship, regardless of men, women and children, all children are not bullied! ”

Lin Yi understood, this boss doesn't look like a mountain king with a black head and black face, he has a lot of eyes, and he even divides the old books he collects from his garbage into three categories to sell, the first type is picked up by himself and sold at a high price; followed by Wang Heizi and Dong Glasses, they picked it out by themselves, five yuan a catty, it is not cheap, and they are about to catch up with the stalls; In the end, the whole sack goes, on catties, one catty and two pieces, as for whether it is good or bad inside, this is a gamble on luck.

After understanding this, Lin Yi gave the boss a good cigarette again, and said with a smile: "I'll go up and pick it up first, well, if it's not suitable, I'll buy you these again." "After all, it's not nice to go back empty-handed.

Seeing Lin Yi say this, and he understands the world so well, the boss is also refreshing, "I see that you don't even have gloves, use this pair, it's not worth a few dollars." As he spoke, he threw Lin Yi a pair of white-threaded gloves.

Lin Yi took the gloves, he really needed this, said "thank you", and walked towards the mountain-like pile of old books.

The owner of the scrap station in the back lay on the chair again, knocked on Erlang's leg, drank tea leisurely, watched the gang of people tossing in the sun, glanced at Lin Yi, and said in his heart, this young man is good, but unfortunately he is a stupid hat, a person who is quite Sven has to mix with the gang of people who dig old books, I really think that the scrap station is full of treasures, even if you pick up treasures, you must have that ability!

The scrap yard owner's mind is very simple, he guesses that Lin Yi will not be able to support it for long and will turn back, and when the time comes, there will be ten or eight yuan less, and he will dispose of the books he picked up to him, Wang Heizi, Dong Glasses They don't want it, just stuff it to this kid, and he can always make two money.

In a word, he is the boss here and the big winner here.