This time the street prize can go so smoothly, of course Han Chunlei knows that Huang Shouye's help is indispensable.

Huang Shouye is different from Ah Keung and Xi Lu, he has opened a waste recycling station in the East Gate Market area for so many years, and he has a familiar face, if he is the best person to touch the award, he is undoubtedly the best candidate.

But the two have met once, and they are really not familiar with each other, although there is Lao Cao's friendship interspersed in the middle, but it is risky to be a childcare, and if one does not show his heart, it will affect Huang Shouye's business and reputation in the Dongmen Market area for more than ten years.

So Han Chunlei rushed to the door at that time and asked Huang Shouye for help, but he was still suspicious.

But who knows, after Huang Shouye heard what he said, he slapped his thigh, and agreed without saying a word.

This is definitely a big favor, Han Chunlei knows how to be polite.

Therefore, after remitting money to Cao Tianjiao today, he went to buy two pairs of liquor and a cigarette early, and went to Huang's house again to thank him.

The wine is "Jiujiang Double Steamed", and the cigarette is "Shaoguan Red Rose", all of which are good wines and good cigarettes, and they cost Han Chunlei twenty yuan, which is equivalent to half a month's salary of ordinary people, and this door-to-door gift is not thin.

"Okay, good, good, Chun Lei Zai is arrogant, then I'm an uncle, laugh at it!"

Huang Shouye did not talk to Han Chunlei politely, and asked his family to take over the cigarettes and alcohol.

Making friends and doing business are all the same thing, pay attention to courtesy, and help each other.

Subsequently, Huang Shouye led Han Chunlei to his tattered yard, asked his wife to make a pot of Pu'er tea, and chatted.

Chatting and chatting, whether Huang Shouye watched or heard, he felt that this Chun Lei Zai was really much stronger than his son Huang Aiwu, who grew up in the city!

He always felt that there was always a lot of energy in this spring thunder boy, which was different from these young people at the moment, what was the difference? He said it again after a while.

Seeing that it was almost time to eat, Huang Shouye thought about taking Han Chunlei to the restaurant outside and inviting him to have a good meal.

After all, his house is half a scrap yard, and the small courtyard and hall are full of all kinds of rags, paper, iron sheets, and steel bars, and it is really not a good place to invite people to dinner. It's also a coincidence, a new private restaurant has recently opened near his recycling station, which is not only clean and bright, but also specializes in the famous local Longgang Three Yellow Chicken, just in time to invite Chun Lei Tsai to try it.

However, Han Chunlei's eyes were attracted by the pile of old books in the corner of the east wall at this time.

Good guys, more than a dozen stacks of old books and old newspapers are densely piled up to the roof, and I am afraid that there will be hundreds of pounds.

"Uncle Huang, don't be busy, I ate breakfast late, and I'm not hungry at this point. I'll sit down here and take two sips of tea. ”

Han Chunlei took a sip of the teacup and continued, "Are those books and newspapers in the corner your scrap products?

"Chun Lei Zai, listening to your usual words and knowledge, I know that you like to read books and newspapers. It's different from our old and rough readers. Come, just watch, you can read whatever you want!"

As Huang Shouye spoke, he got up and brought a ladder to help Han Chun pick up the pile of old books and newspapers.

"Dad, I said that I wanted to read books to prepare for next year's college entrance examination, and you were not happy with one hundred and twenty. Now people say casually, they run faster than anyone else, this ...... I don't know, I thought he was biological, I picked it up on the side of the road. ”

It was Huang Shouye's son Huang Aiwu who spoke.

He happened to come out of the back room at this time, and when he saw his Abba's courteous appearance, he muttered a few words dissatisfiedly

"You didn't pick it up on the side of the road. ”

Huang Shouye's face was stiff, and he turned his head and glared, "Why are you when I collect waste, people add to it, and give it away for nothing!"

Huang Aiwu wanted to cry without tears: "......"

Han Chunlei sneered, these two are really wrong.

Huang Shouye couldn't see his son's wilting appearance, and became more and more angry: "Just like you, you still take the college entrance examination to study in college, do you think the university is so easy to get into? Listen to your words and me, honestly collect waste with me, and hand over this family business to you in a few years!"

"I ...... I don't want to collect waste for a lifetime. I study and take the college entrance examination, then, that is my progress, is in response to the call of the country!"

In his opinion, Han Chunlei, a foreigner, is not only slippery, but also always likes to be in the limelight, every time he talks about Han Chunlei, he is a worthless scum in Abba's eyes!

Seeing that the two fathers and sons were about to quarrel over themselves, Han Chunlei hurriedly said, "Don't, Uncle Huang, don't say that." Aiwu wants to take the college entrance examination, that's a good thing, knowledge is wealth these days. I'm really just watching and playing here. ”

"Look at the level of Chun Lei Zai's speech, and then look at your ......"

Huang Shouye was annoyed and angry, turned around and took a step, raised his leg and kicked his son's cheek fiercely.

Huang Aiwu was slapped on the cheek, his head drooped, and he wilted again.

Han Chunlei laughed dumbly, simply stopped talking, and continued to bury his head in picking up old books and newspapers.

The more he pulled down, Han Chunlei really pulled out something good from this pile of old books and newspapers.

For example, the piles of comic book villain books.

"Tunnel War", "Lin Hai Snow Plain", "Three Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", "Dream of Red Mansions", "The Biography of Yue Fei", ...... These villain books are all pure black and white stick pens, and the paper is not very good, even if they don't sell scrap, the normal sales of each copy are only between eight cents and one dime, according to Huang Shouye, even if it is a complete set of new books, the price is definitely not more than 5 yuan.

But Han Chunlei knew that in another thirty or forty years, those out-of-print villain books would be very valuable.

For example, the set of "Water Margin" was compiled and painted by the People's Fine Arts Publishing House and painters Ren Shuying, Bu Xiaohuai, Xu Yansun, Mo Lang, Chen Yuandu, Wu Guangyu and others, which took eight years to complete, a full set of 40 copies, and the price at the time of sale was 3.6 yuan.

What about the price forty years later? Han Chunlei clearly remembered that Confucius had 5,000 sets on the Internet.

That's more than a thousand times!

Is this a bunch of?

It's a bunch of RMB!

"What? like villain books, take it! Take it all! Anyway, this thing is worthless to collect, and it's not easy to sell. Huang Shouye waved his right hand, atmospheric.

Han Chunlei said: "Thank you, Uncle Huang, then I'm welcome." ”

"You're welcome! You're welcome! You flip through it again, see if there's anything else you like, take it together!" Huang Shouye said with a smile.

Han Chunlei didn't plan to be polite, because he knew that Huang Shouye was telling the truth, and these things were just a bunch of worthless things to the Huang family.

Even if it were to appreciate, it would be forty years from now.

Of course, for the current Han Chunlei, this pile of villain books is also worthless, just like it, after all, after forty years, these good things are not very common.

He continued to dig his head through the pile of books and newspapers.

Huang Shouye was also happy to see Han Chunlei digging through these rags so seriously, how do you think about it, how do you think that Han Chunlei is the best heir to his scrap recycling station?

Immediately, he smiled and said: "Okay, Chun Lei Zai, don't turn it over, if you like all these old books and waste newspapers, I will give them to you." Uncle will not drink your good wine in vain and smoke your good cigarettes in vain. You don't know how to turn it over, do you think you can turn over the money in it? Hahaha. ”

Han Chunlei stopped what he was doing, looked up at Huang Shouye, and said with a smile: "Uncle Huang, don't say it, I really got the money here." ”

As he spoke, he laboriously pulled out a thick stack of things from the pile of old books and newspapers, and raised it in his hand, "Look, this is still a ...... Big money!"

"Is it really money?"

Huang Shouye was in a hurry and spoke directly in Cantonese.

Huang Aiwu also exclaimed in surprise and looked at the stack of things in Han Chunlei's hand, but he could see it clearly, it was not a banknote.

What is this Han Chunlei doing?