Chapter 13 Fifty pounds of brown paper

"You keep quiet, for fear that others won't hear?"

Zhou Wen didn't expect Wang San to exclaim loudly, and hurriedly jumped up to cover his mouth, the pockmarks on his face turned red, and it looked like a longevity peach sprinkled with sesame seeds, which looked a little cute.

"I said Brother Wen, isn't there an adult product store in our town, why don't you go where to buy it yourself, why do you have to let me help you bring it to the county seat?"

"Hey, you don't know, there are too many acquaintances in the town, and every time I go to buy it, I am laughed at, and Feng said that they sell fakes, so ......"

"What? Fake? This thing is also fake? ”

"Hey! I told you that you don't understand, anyway, you help me bring it back, and I want the best kind, so I'll leave this matter to you. ”

Zhou Wen left after speaking, regardless of whether Wang Santong agreed or not, anyway, the money was handed over to Wang San, and Zhou Wen was not worried that Wang San would not help. Looking at the four hundred yuan in his hand, Wang San copied it into his arms and put it away, picked up the basket and went to the county seat.

Baqiao County is the western development, the integration and reconstruction of districts and towns, and the newly built county seat, which is only a few years, so there are new factories and high-rise buildings everywhere, the streets are wide, and the shops are lined up, which is very prosperous.

Wang San also often walks around the neighborhoods of Baqiao County, so he is very familiar with the corners and corners. As soon as he got off the bus, Wang San first went to various waste recycling stations to inquire about prices, and he was busy for most of the day.

After his affairs were negotiated, Wang San carried a basket while doing business, and walked towards the direction of an adult product store in his memory.

"Collect waste products, collect wine bottles, collect old books, waste paper, old newspapers; Collect scrap, collect bad TV, bad radio, bad picture tube, and some sell it! ”

Shouting the number over and over again, Wang San soon came to the new street, the left and right sides of the new street are high-rise buildings, the ground floor of the building facing the street is all shop fronts, the whole straight as a sword, the total length is about one kilometer, people come and go, cars come and go, lively and extraordinary.

Wang Sanren is tall and handsome, carrying a basket and walking in the crowd is very eye-catching, in this kind of place, Wang San does not need to shout, just hang the weighing rod on the flat shoulder, knock on the weighing pan a few times, others will know that he is a waste collector. If there is a waste product that needs to be disposed of, it will be taken out and sold.

"Bang bang!" Hit the weighing pan three times in a row, and business came to the door.

"Hey, the waste, how much is a pound of cow paper skin?"

"Five cents."

"Five cents, let's go, it's too cheap, don't sell it!"

"Five cents five, don't you sell it?"

"More?"

"Five cents and five cents is already the highest, let's take it and sell it for six cents a catty, ten catties to earn you five cents, and you have to pick more than ten miles. Sell it or not, don't sell it. ”

Selling kraft paper is a clothing store that has just opened, it is estimated that when it is renovated, some scrapped paper skin is put away, because the quantity is not large, it can't be sold for two dollars, and it is very troublesome to pick up the waste recycling station by yourself, so when you see the waste collector, you simply take it out and sell it.

Kraft paper can generally be sold for about a piece, Wang San actually gave the other party a very low price, even if it can't be negotiated for a while, he still has room to increase the price, this is the skill of collecting waste.

The first business he went out today had more than half of the profits, and Wang San felt that he was lucky, and quietly waited for the owner of the store to take out the paper.

After a while, the fat and tall shopkeeper walked out step by step, sweating profusely, twisting a large bundle of kraft paper.

Wang San looked at the paper skin, and then at the female boss of the shop, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery, and he stood there and did not go up to help.

After many years of waste, what waste products are at what price, how much waste products weigh, as long as Wang San looks at it, he can estimate it in his heart. And the bundle of kraft paper that the woman in front of her brought out was about the same size as a suitcase, and under normal circumstances, it was only about twenty or thirty catties at most, but Wang San looked at the woman's laborious appearance, and it was estimated that it weighed forty or fifty catties, and he immediately saw that there was fraud in it.

"Eh, little brother, how many pounds do you weigh?"

"Twenty-five."

"Then I'm afraid I won't be able to weigh it, you wait first, I'll go find a scale."

"No need, I'm twenty-five kilograms and fifty pounds."

"Oh, okay, you scale."

The female boss of the shop was not afraid of Wang San playing with the scale pole, put down the kraft paper and went inside to wipe the sweat, and when he came out, Wang San had already weighed the kraft paper and calculated the money.

"It's just fifty pounds, five cents and five pounds, a total of ten yuan, take it."

Wang San took out a brand-new ten-yuan bill and handed it over, but the female boss of the shop did not accept it, and roared angrily: "Okay, you are a waste collector, do you think I don't know how to count?" Fifty pounds of kraft paper, five cents and five pounds, you only give me ten yuan, isn't this a robbery? ”

"To sell or not to sell? Do not sell pull down. Wang San didn't bother to argue with this woman, picked up the basket and was about to leave, but the female owner of the clothing store didn't let her, and her footsteps were horizontal, blocking Wang San's way.

"Hey, the harvester, everyone is a businessman, how can you do business? Obviously said that the price was good, you counted more than half, and now you still say don't want it, you don't want it, do you think the old lady moved around effortlessly? Let's talk about it, isn't this the reason? ”

The female owner of the clothing store was talking and talking, and actually pulled a few passers-by who were watching to reason, and Wang San was immediately sprayed wildly.

"Yes, how can there be a wasteland collector like you? It's just unreasonable. ”

"Young man, buying and selling is called integrity, and you can't fail to be honest when you collect waste."

"That is, fifty catties of things, give more than half of the money to others, this is not a clear fraud, he should be sent to the industrial and commercial office."

“……”

Listening to the reprimands of the people around him, and coldly watching everyone pointing and pointing, Wang San was not angry in his heart, and said to the people around him: "I don't understand what you are talking nonsense about?" This bundle of paper is a lot of fifty pounds and a pound, five cents and five pounds are also what I said, fifty times five .five, equal to twenty-seven pieces and five cents, do you think my Wang San doesn't know? ”

"Then you know how to give someone ten dollars? Are the waste collectors so shameless? A young man wearing glasses, a suit and tie, and a briefcase in his hand yelled at Wang San with an uneven face.

When Wang San looked at this person, he smiled and said, "Hehe, okay, today I, Wang San, will sue you, why did you only give her ten yuan." ”

Wang San said, bent down to untie the rope of the kraft paper, this time the female owner of the clothing store panicked, stepped on the kraft paper, and yelled: "If you want to accept it, pay it, don't touch the old lady's things, get out of here!" ”