Pulling back the distant thoughts, Qian Yongqiang carefully saved the money. Thinking that the balance in the bank card was growing, Qian Yongqiang's heart was surging, and he felt that his body was full of infinite power. It was the increasing amount of money that gave him confidence in life and hope for the future.

It's good to be young, it's easy to think about things, and within half a day, Qian Yongqiang threw the panic of the morning out of the clouds. Today is destined to be a happy day, the sky is crisp and the sun is shining, and even the strangers who are hurrying on the road have become much more chic and beautiful in his eyes.

On the crowded road, the dilapidated tricycle was ridden fast by Qian Yongqiang. Familiar streets, familiar communities, Qian Yongqiang shouted all the way: "Collect old books and old newspapers - there are old books and old newspapers to sell——"

Before noon, Qian Yongqiang had already collected books and newspapers full of tricycles. He was going to send newspapers and useless books to the buying station and sell them. Qian Yongqiang is familiar with several scrap yards near Jiangdong Gate, and while he sells the goods he collects to them, he also sells some good books that can be sold at a high price in the scrap yards.

After thinking about it, Qian Yongqiang decided to go to a scrap yard closer to his residence. This scrap yard is run by a husband and wife, the boss's surname is Li, he is not tall, thin, and looks like he is about forty, and somehow he has a gloomy face all day long, as if everyone who passes in front of him owes him hundreds of dollars; The proprietress is okay, she is chubby, with a baby face, and she is happy every day. The proprietress is responsible for weighing the receipts, and the boss is responsible for sorting and stacking the collected goods. Because he often comes to buy and sell goods, Qian Yongqiang is more familiar with the two of them.

"Here, little money! Today's harvest is not small! The proprietress saw Qian Yongqiang dragging a tricycle of goods to their house, and immediately greeted Qian Yongqiang with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay." Qian Yongqiang parked the tricycle next to the scale, jumped out of the car, wiped his sweat, and then said, "I've been here, boss lady." ”

The proprietress handed Qian Yongqiang a cup of tea, and Boss Li also followed over and helped Qian Yongqiang unload the tricycle onto the scale.

"Don't be a little screaming, boss, it's a hot day!" Qian Yongqiang was in a good mood and half-truths joked with the proprietress half-truthfully.

"Haha, Xiaoqian, look at what you said, don't mention a lot of your names on hot days, even in the cold winter wax moon, our family has not lost your name!" The proprietress was still smiling, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

Qian Yongqiang received the books that could be sold into the tricycle and put them away, and at this time, the proprietress also counted the money for the goods sold by Qian Yongqiang.

"Little money, this is the money you sell your goods." The proprietress handed a few banknotes to Qian Yongqiang and said, "You count, right?" - There are some books you just received in the warehouse, would you like to check them out? ”

"Okay, I'll go take a look." Qian Yongqiang walked straight to the innermost part of the warehouse, and saw thousands of books neatly stacked in the corner near the wall, most of which were marked with red bookmarks and numbers on the spine.

"Boss, you're rich again, which library is this out of order?" Without waiting for the proprietress to answer, Qian Yongqiang read the spine of the book one by one.

"It's a college library book, a cart was delivered yesterday, and there will be a few more in a few days!" The proprietress said as she walked outside, "Little money, you can pick it yourself." Pick it out, and you weigh it. I also got to take care of the business in front of me too. ”

"Okay, you're busy, I'll read such a lot of books one by one, and it won't take a short time." Qian Yongqiang didn't look up, squatted down, and looked carefully, for fear of missing a useful book.

This batch of books is indeed a collection of the university library, and it should be eliminated from the library of the science and engineering university. Most of them are technical foreign language materials, mixed with a small number of books on literature, history and philosophy. Qian Yongqiang picked out all the books on literature, history and philosophy, and also picked out some books on basic science. Books on literature, history and philosophy will always be the main force in the book market, facing a wide range of people, easy to sell, not only bookstores like to enter, but also retail fast; Books on basic science are also okay, although there are fewer people who read them, and they sell more slowly, but they will not be outdated, and they can always be sold for money sooner or later. Technical books are not only read by few people, but also very time-sensitive, easy to become outdated, it is difficult to buy back, and it is difficult to sell them at every turn, and then return to the scrap yard, losing money and time.

After being busy for most of the day, Qian Yongqiang picked out about 100 books. Looking at such a large number of books, I picked out such a little, and there were no particularly valuable books in the books I picked out, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart: "Alas, this time the oil and water are not big." ”

Just as Qian Yongqiang was about to find a pocket to put the books he picked out, the corner of his eye suddenly swept under a square table in the corner of the wall, and he found that three of the legs of this four-legged square table were made of good wood, and one leg was completely different from the other three, and it was actually a stack of bundled bookpads underneath. There were about a dozen books, neatly bundled. The stack of books must have been bundled in the library and never opened after they arrived. There are a few books that look antique, and they should be some years old.

Qian Yongqiang walked closer, leaned down, and blew away a thin layer of dust on it. Because the stack of books is bundled together, only the spine can be seen, Qian Yongqiang found that these antique books are all wrapped in letters, and the spine is printed with lines of foreign language, like the words of ethnic minorities, but if you look closely, it doesn't look like it. Qian Yongqiang had never seen this kind of writing before, and he had sold books for so many years, and he had seen a lot of books in various languages, the most of which were English, followed by Japanese, Russian, Korean, French, German。。。。。。 Among them, the best books are in English and Japanese, and books in other languages can occasionally be found on the market, but there are very few people who can read them, and there are almost no sales.

Not in English, nor in Japanese. Qian Yongqiang stood up, patted the dust on his hands, sighed, and was about to turn around to leave, when his heart suddenly moved, this binding style and color were very similar to a set of books he had sold before.

"Could it be the foreign language version of "Mao Xuan"? And it's four, and it's likely that four is a set. Qian Yongqiang was ecstatic: "If it is a foreign language version of "Mao Xuan", it happens to be another set, then it can be sold at a high price." In recent years, the good quality of "Mao Xuan" has been deeply loved by collectors, and the foreign language version is more sought after by collectors because of the scarcity of existence. If it is a common foreign language version, the price is easy to say, but if it is a small language, or a rare language, then the price is sky-high in the book market. ”

Qian Yongqiang saw that the boss and the proprietress were busy outside, and no one paid attention to him, so he lowered his head again and carefully looked at these antique books.

Although he didn't know the text on the spine, according to the binding and printing style, he could determine that it must be a foreign language version of "Mao Xuan", and it was a small language, and it happened to be a set of four books.

In the past, a set of four ordinary English editions of "Mao Xuan" was sold by Qian Yongqiang for more than 200 yuan. This set of small languages "Mao Xuan" has to sell for thousands of dollars. Qian Yongqiang was ecstatic in his heart, and he was about to reach out and pull the stack of books out from under the table. Suddenly, his heart sank, and he said secretly: "You can't do this." If you take out this stack of books like this, the boss will definitely suspect that there are good books in this stack, and by then the price will be high, not to mention, you may not be able to buy this set of books. The owner of this buying station is usually very suspicious, for fear that his good things will be bought cheaply by others. He thinks it's a good thing, and he won't sell it without going through the 'bargaining' of a few people. It just so happens that this set of books is antique and looks very old, plus Qian Yongqiang wants to buy it, the boss will definitely think it is worth a lot. ”

What to do? Looking at the boss and the proprietress at the door, Qian Yongqiang thought: "I definitely can't tell the boss directly that I want to buy these books." If it's not direct, then indirect, indirect。。。。。。 Thinking of this, Qian Yongqiang's heart moved and he had an idea.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement for a while, packed the book he had just picked out, carried it to the door, put it on the scale, and waited for the proprietress to come over and weigh it, and at the same time pretended to ask the boss casually, "Boss Li, I want to buy an old table, you can help me inquire if there is anyone to sell." ”

"What kind of old table would you like to buy? What is an old table for? Boss Li asked rhetorically, "I come here to sell books and newspapers." You're going to buy an old table and go to the second-hand furniture market. ”

"Isn't the second-hand furniture market expensive, I want to save two dollars. You see that I am exposed to the wind and sun every day, and it is not easy to make some money. Besides, I receive goods every day, and I don't have time to go to the second-hand furniture market. The table, you can sit next to it and eat without falling down, it doesn't need to be too good. Qian Yongqiang raised his eyes and glanced at the place where the table was placed in the innermost corner of the warehouse, and at the same time hoped that Boss Li could also follow his gaze to see the table in the corner.

"Okay, I'll help you keep an eye on it, if anyone receives it. I'll ask him to keep it for you—a small amount of money, the book is weighed, it's just a hundred pounds, and you give you two hundred dollars. I'll help you lift it onto the tricycle? Obviously, Boss Li didn't notice Qian Yongqiang's gaze, which made Qian Yongqiang a little disappointed.

"Don't bother you, I can move this bit of goods myself." Qian Yongqiang pretended to inadvertently glance inside the warehouse, and said in surprise, "Boss Li, don't you have a table in the warehouse?" I don't think you're useful, why don't you sell it to me? ”

"Little money, didn't you see that table was a scrap? One leg less! Haha, just your eyes are still picking books to sell, after a while, I'm afraid you will even lose your tricycle! Hearing that Qian Yongqiang was going to buy the three-legged table in the warehouse, the proprietress laughed nonstop.

"Three-legged? I really didn't notice! Qian Yongqiang pretended to be stupid and laughed.

"Little money, I have a lot of use for this table, don't look at it as empty and useless now. I'm going to buy a big color TV and put it on it in a few days. No, the TV set hasn't been bought yet, so it's empty there first. We're all old friends, if you need something urgent, I'll sell it to you first. I'll play with it myself. At the end, Boss Li emphasized, "Now the market is made of plywood, and the cooking table you use is not environmentally friendly, not to mention, it is not durable." Look at my picture, acacia wood, thief strong! ”

In fact, this table was picked up by Boss Li from the side of the road, and he didn't spend a penny. It's useless to put it in the warehouse.,It's just an excuse to keep an amplified color TV.,It's just an excuse to raise the price.。 Seeing that Qian Yongqiang wanted to buy it, he was thinking about selling it for a few more money, and he was happy.

"yes, the leg against the wall is a stack of books!" Qian Yongqiang pretended to be a little embarrassed, and wanted to get away with it, "It's better not to do it, I can't put this three-legged table back unsteadily." ”

In the past few years, in the society, Qian Yongqiang has been able to gain insight into some people's hearts. Don't look at Boss Li's gloomy and silent face, in fact, what he thinks in his heart, Qian Yongqiang has already guessed eight points.

"One leg less, can you take it back and find a leg to put it on, or find something to pad it?" Seeing that Qian Yongqiang was about to retreat, Boss Li was a little nervous.

"It's not realistic to find a leg to put on, just find something to put on the mat, and I don't pay attention to a waste collector - then, Boss Li, you say a price, I will ask for it if it suits." Qian Yongqiang's purpose was to buy that set of books quietly, this broken table was priced by Boss Li, how could it not exceed a hundred yuan, and that set of books could be sold for at least 1,800. Qian Yongqiang planned to get off the donkey down the slope, as long as Boss Li's offer was not too outrageous, he planned to agree to come down.

Boss Li thought for a while and said, "Xiao Qian, I won't hide it from you, I received this table for 80 yuan, and I don't ask you how much you want, you add 20 yuan, just give me 100 yuan." ”

Qian Yongqiang secretly scolded in his heart, "old slippery head, black-hearted ghost". Such a table, the old furniture market sells for at most fifty yuan, and it is still four-legged good, and the package is delivered to the home.

"Let's look at the table first." Qian Yongqiang walked to the table. Boss Li also followed.

"Acacia wood, look how strong!" Boss Li gently tapped the table with his knuckles.

Qian Yongqiang pretended to be casual and gently stroked the tabletop, and also tapped lightly with his knuckles like Boss Li.

"Not bad. A hundred, just a hundred. I don't press you on the price. But I don't have any extra books at home to use as table legs, so you have to give me the stack of books that pad the table legs. ”

"That's not good, this stack of books will cost twenty pounds, and it will cost forty yuan to sell it to you!" Boss Li shook his head.

"Boss Li, the books we picked out are two yuan a catty, you look at your books here, they are all foreign books, no one understands them, no one buys them, and they are hard paper shell covers, and they can't be sold at a good price when selling waste paper." Qian Yongqiang pointed to the stack of books on the table legs and showed it to Boss Li. Then he said, "You can collect at most six or seven yuan for this stack of books, and I'll add you more, a total of one hundred and ten yuan, okay?" ”

Boss Li thought about it and nodded.

"Boss Li, please help me move the table to the tricycle, I'll put this stack of books up, don't wait for it to fall apart, I'll have to trouble tying them up when I go back."

Qian Yongqiang stood in front of the stack of books, blocking Boss Li's view. He didn't want Boss Li to pay more attention to the stack of books on the table legs.

Boss Li walked outside against the table, and Qian Yongqiang hurriedly found a pocket to put up the stack of books.

The proprietress looked at Qian Yongqiang in surprise, and thought, "Why is this kid stupid today, just buy this broken table, I really can't understand it." I think that when my husband came back from picking up a broken table on the side of the road, she was still in the way when she put it in the warehouse, and she clamored several times to move it to the garbage dump and throw it away. I didn't expect it to be sold for money today! ”

Qian Yongqiang gave the proprietress two hundred and sixty yuan, and then rode a tricycle, with the three-legged table and the stack of books on the table legs, as well as the 100-pound books he had just picked up, and slowly drove out of the scrap yard.

The proprietress patted the money in her hand and smiled: "It's really yours, a broken table with missing arms and legs that no one wants on the side of the road can make you fool a hundred yuan!" ”

"Maybe it's not just a broken table, is it?" Boss Li said meaningfully, "Haven't you heard anyone say that the furniture of red sandalwood and yellow pear is particularly valuable now?!" ”

"Didn't you say it was made of acacia wood? Why did you pull red sandalwood and yellow pear again! ”

"Isn't it just a matter of saying that, besides, I haven't seen any red sandalwood yellow pear!" Boss Li twisted his brows together, and his heart sank straight down, "Could it be that this time I looked away and let that kid pick up a "big leak"?"