Chapter Twenty-Seven: Profiteering (I)
Looking at this dilapidated place, Ye Dongping felt a little regretful in his heart, he knew that coming to the county seat was such an environment, it was better to take Ye Tian back to Beijing, no matter what he said, there was still an old mansion left by his father there.
Moreover, some time ago, Ye Tian also wrote a letter to his classmates to inquire, and the educated youths who were left in various places in the past can return to Beijing to apply for household registration, but the state no longer helps to assign jobs.
Ye Dongping is not very worried about this, no matter what, he has also studied in Tsinghua Machinery for several years, even if he has not been in contact with related majors for so many years, but go to a small factory to be a technician, right?
Taking a step back, the hardships of these years have not been in vain, Ye Dongping is no longer the weak student he was back then, with this strength, he will go back to Beijing to be a board master, and he can also support Ye Tian.
Seeing that Ye Dongping's face was not very good-looking, he leaned over, glanced left and right, lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Ye, don't look at this as a scrap collection station, you can make a lot of money, and ...... You can also do the antique business......"
"What are you doing sneakily about? In this place, shouting at the top of his voice, no one came......"
Ye Dongping couldn't stand the smell of smoke, pushed him out, and asked with some disbelief: "Can you make money by collecting rags?" Can you still do the antique business, when Uncle Ye is a child? ”
In Ye Dongping's impression, the time-honored antique shops in Beijing are all antique buildings with blue bricks and red tiles, carved beams and paintings.
"Uncle Ye, don't believe it, I've been working for half a month, do you know how much money I made?"
Seeing that Ye Dongping didn't believe it, Feng Zheng's voice also became louder, and he excitedly took out a key from his waist, opened the door of the acquisition station, and beckoned Ye Dongping and his son to go in, took out an account book, and said: "Uncle Ye, look at it yourself, my Fengzi is not a big talker!" ”
"What kind of nonsense do you remember?" Ye Dongping opened the ledger and suddenly felt a big head.
On this paper, which should be a child's homework book, there are crooked and crooked letters written in dense fonts and various numbers, "Red is one hundred and forty-eight catties, west is thirty-five catties, book material is five hundred and fifty-five catties, iron is three hundred and forty-two catties......"
When Ye Dongping saw the summary at the bottom of the ledger, he was even more confused, pulled the seal to his side, pointed to the words on it and asked, "Fengzi, this is red copper, right?" But what is this West thing? And this...... The book material, it's plastic, right? ”
Feng Shi scratched his head, nodded and said, "Yes, it's red copper, well, that's plastic, west is west, Uncle Ye, you don't know?" ”
"Nonsense, what about the east, how can there be such a metal as the west?" Ye Dongping was speechless, "Still thinking about making money at this level?" I can't even do the account, so it's good not to lose my old capital. ”
Feng Guo was a little aggrieved and turned out a kettle from the corner of the room, handed it to Ye Dongping and said, "Uncle Ye, that's it, they all say it's called Xiah......"
After taking the things handed over by the seal, Ye Dongping saw that it was a tin pot, and couldn't help crying and laughing, and said, "This ...... This is called tin, but it is not the western...... of the southeast, northwest, and south."
"Isn't it over if it's called West, it doesn't matter what West it is, Uncle Ye, look at it, I have earned more than 280 yuan in half a month......
Feng Guo was not interested in how to write the word "west", and after Ye Dongping finished speaking, he pointed to the bottom number with his finger and motioned Ye Dongping to look at it.
"The book material is three cents a pound, sold for four cents and five miles, red with xxx money for a catty, sold for xxx money, iron ......"
Ye Dongping didn't care much about it originally, but looking at the detailed accounts, his face gradually showed a look of surprise, and after a long while, he closed the book in his hand, looked at the seal, and asked, "Fengzi, these prices, you are not mistaken, right?" Is it really that much to buy and sell at that price? ”
Ye Dongping couldn't help but be surprised, he couldn't have imagined that just a few pennies of something could have such a big profit?
Not to mention anything else, the plastic is more than three cents a pound of money, and the price of reselling it will be half higher than the purchase price, which is ...... It's a huge profit.
"Uncle Ye, you ...... What do you mean by that? ”
Feng didn't understand what Ye Dongping meant, he thought that Ye Dongping was saying that he made money from it, so he hurriedly said: "Do I dare to lie to you, what kind of big ...... are you?" Major shareholder, if I lie to you, won't my uncle kill me? ”
Feng Guo is a person who can endure hardships, although he is not highly educated, but he understands that if he wants to gain a foothold in the city, he must be able to endure the hardships that people in the city can't endure.
So for most of the month, he got up early in the morning and walked the streets in the dark, almost running the entire county, and now the things in the yard and the house are all sold by him to the state-owned purchase station.
"Is this true?" After hearing Feng Qing's words, Ye Dongping fell into deep thought, and the shocked expression on his face never subsided.
You must know that last year, the annual per capita income of those workers in the county was only more than 900 yuan, that is to say, most of them only had a salary of a few dozen yuan a month.
Even in Beijing, last year's per capita income was only more than 2,000 yuan, less than 200 yuan a month, while provinces like Hebei and Henan did not even reach 700 yuan per capita a year, at most five or six hundred.
is Ye Dongping's old classmate who teaches in colleges and universities, and if he counts everything a month, it is only one hundred and fifty or sixty yuan, and according to what he said, the monthly salary of the head of their department is about one hundred and eighty yuan.
Ye Dongping couldn't imagine that this usually despised collector would earn more money in half a month than a professor teaching in a university, and this strong contrast made Ye Dongping a little unacceptable for a while.
"Uncle Ye, this is the 1,000 yuan you gave me at the beginning, and we earned more than 200 yuan, and my uncle said that the money will be taken care of by you, and I will hand it over to you......"
Seeing that Ye Dongping didn't speak, Feng Guo took out a plastic bag from an inconspicuous broken sack in the corner of the wall, which was full of tickets for a few cents and a piece, as well as many coins of one cent, two cents and five cents.
Holding this real money in both hands, Ye Dongping could be regarded as reacting, and he didn't care about the dust in the room at the moment, walked to the table and opened the homework book, and wrote down the account on it.
"What is here? What is this number? While inquiring about the sealing situation, Ye Dongping redrew the grid to make the account book.
Although he did not graduate from the accounting major, this simple entry and exit account was still not difficult for Ye Dongping, and the accounts drawn like a book from heaven were quickly made clear in Ye Dongping's hands.
After cleaning up the accounts, Ye Dongping opened his mouth and asked, "Fengzi, how much is the monthly contracting fee for this acquisition station?" ”
"Give them sixty dollars a month......
seemed to be afraid that Ye Dongping would have too much, so Feng Qian continued: "These sixty yuan includes water and electricity bills, and they are all ......."
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