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Yang Niannian, unaware that she was being targeted, had just arrived at the city street to set up a stall. As she expected, she arrived too late and could only set up a stall in a corner.
Although it’s not a good idea, she has been setting up the stall for a while and some old customers come to her specifically to buy clothes after a visit.
The styles of goods Yang Niannian buys are different every time. She has a good figure, beautiful looks and good dressing skills. When she is not busy, she will patiently teach customers how to dress.
She is sweet-spoken and won't say anything against her conscience just to sell clothes. The young girls and wives who come to buy clothes all like her very much.
The season is about to change, and the little girl wants to buy beautiful clothes when she sees them, but she is worried that she won’t be able to wear them for long.
Yang Niannian also saw what the other person was thinking, and said with a smile, "It's almost a change of seasons now, and the clothes are affordable. If you calculate it, you can wear them for almost a month. You can continue to wear them next summer. A piece of clothing can be worn for many years. It's the most economical to buy clothes when the seasons change. Sometimes I like to buy things that are out of season."
"Prices are rising fast now, and they will definitely increase again next year. You will definitely not regret buying this."
In this era, ordinary people can wear a piece of clothing for many years. If the clothes are torn, they will be mended and continued to wear. The older sister will pass them on to the younger sister. If they can't wear them anymore, the cloth will be used to make shoe uppers. In any case, there is no waste.
The girl who was shopping for clothes was really persuaded by Yang Niannian. She took a few clothes that she liked and compared them on her body. "I want to buy two pieces. Which color do you think looks best on me?"
Yang Niannian answered seriously, "Pink and florals! Pink suits your skin tone better, and florals don't go out of style easily."
"Then it's pink and floral, twenty yuan, right?" The girl took out money from her pocket and handed it to Yang Niannian, then happily walked away with the clothes.
Yang Niannian calculated that she sold a total of 12 short-sleeved shirts in the morning. Since the seasonal clothes could not be sold at a high price, she only made about a hundred yuan. Fortunately, the clothes sold quickly.
It depends on the situation. I will have to pick up the goods again in two days.
Thinking about the scrap yard, she simply closed her stall early.
Jiang Yang and Master Zheng had not returned yet, so Yang Niannian changed into more mature clothes, washed her face, tied her hair up again, had lunch outside, and then rode her bike to the scrap metal processing station in the east of the city.
This scrap iron processing station in Haicheng has been around for many years. Back then, the processing station was small in scale. With the development of the times, the amount of scrap iron recycled has continued to increase. Coupled with the large market demand for iron products, business has naturally flourished, and there are plans to expand the scope.
Technology is not yet mature, and scrap metal processing stations rely entirely on manual support.
The weather was hot, and a group of men were working shirtless and sweating profusely. There were no women here, and they didn't have any particular manners in their daily lives. The only way to relieve fatigue was to tell a few dirty jokes while eating.
Yang Niannian parked her bike under a big tree, walked over and stopped a simple-looking young man and asked, "Hello, I want to see your boss. Can you help pass on a message?"
The scrap metal processing station was full of old men. When they suddenly saw the beautiful girl like a fairy, they were dumbfounded. After they reacted, their faces turned red as if they were stung by a wasp. They quickly stopped the work in their hands and hurriedly picked up their clothes and put them on.
"What do you want to see our boss about?" People like them who do odd jobs wouldn't dare to go to the boss unless they had nothing to do.
Yang Niannian pretended to be mature and said sincerely, "I am the owner of the Haicheng Scrap Station, and I want to discuss cooperation with your boss."
The worker was a little surprised to hear that such a young girl was actually a boss. "Wait a moment, I'll go inform the boss now."
"Thank you." Yang Niannian said.
Other workers also noticed Yang Niannian. In this place where only men hang out, suddenly a beautiful girl appeared. It was obvious how eye-catching she was.
There was a worker about eighteen or nineteen years old who couldn't help but glance at Yang Niannian a few more times, and the older man next to him teased him.
"Don't look at me. People who are as beautiful as fairies look down on people like us. You should find an ugly wife who can live a stable life. If you spend all your money on dressing up, how can you live? We work hard to earn money to raise children, we can't spend it all on women."
The young worker's face flushed. "Don't talk nonsense. I didn't think about that."
He was too embarrassed to look at Yang Niannian.
The boss of the scrap metal processing station soon followed the worker out. He was about fifty years old, with an honest look, wearing a pure cotton sweatshirt and blue cloth pants. Judging from his appearance alone, he was just an honest uncle and didn't look like a big boss.
He walked up to Yang Niannian and looked at her in surprise, "Are you looking for me?"
Yang Niannian nodded calmly, "Hello, my name is Yang Niannian, I just opened a scrap yard, and I have some scrap metal. I want to talk to you about recycling scrap metal."
The boss of the processing station has been in this industry for so many years and has seen all kinds of monsters. He has come to his senses at this point and no longer puts on airs as a big boss. He introduces himself with a sincere attitude.
"Hello, my name is Zheng Haitian. It's too hot outside. Let's go to my office to talk."
Yang Niannian nodded, "Okay."
Zheng Haitian’s office is very simple. Apart from a desk and a sofa, the most eye-catching thing is the whirring ceiling fan.
The office was much cooler with the breeze. Zheng Haitian poured Yang Niannian a glass of cold boiled water. Yang Niannian took it with both hands, nodded politely to thank him, but did not drink it.
Although Zheng Haitian looked very approachable, it was Yang Niannian's first time meeting such a big boss. She would be lying if she said she was not nervous at all.
She adjusted her facial expression and was about to speak, but Zheng Haitian spoke first.
He said earnestly, "Little girl, we have a scrap collection station in Haicheng. I think it's better to sell the scrap you have to them. They collect a wide range of things. You won't make much less money if you sell it to them, but it's more convenient. They can come to your door to buy it, which can save you a lot of transportation costs."
Zheng Haitian doesn't look down on small scrap yards, but if small-scale scrap yards frequently pull things in, it will increase the workload of the factory, and for Yang Niannian, it may not necessarily make more money.
It's a thankless task for both parties, there's really no need to send it to him.
Seeing that Zheng Haitian looked sincere and had no intention of looking down on others, Yang Niannian guessed that he had misunderstood and explained softly.
"Boss Zheng, my scrap yard has just opened for a short time. I currently have about 3 tons of scrap iron. Together with scrap steel, aluminum and copper, I estimate that there are more than 3 tons in total. If calculated based on a whole month, the conservative estimate is 4-5 tons."
Zheng Haitian was a little surprised. "Your scale is so large? You are almost catching up with Du Weili."
He thought that this little girl was just doing some chores and collecting some scattered waste in the countryside, thinking that it would be no more than a hundred pounds of scrap metal at most.
Only at this moment did he begin to look at Yang Niannian carefully. Seeing that Yang Niannian had a firm look in her eyes, spoke calmly and steadily, and looked composed, he couldn't help but look at her with admiration.
It's rare to see a girl who has real skills at such a young age.