Chapter 76: Used Goods Distribution Center
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Viking Fighting" is not small in area, but its structure is very simple. The boxing ring, wrestling ring and octagonal cage are lined up in the center, which are the main facilities.
The octagonal cage is a bit crude, and it feels like it was built by yourself using hemp rope net, which adds a bit of humor.
There were about ten people in total, most of them were teenagers, about thirteen or fourteen years old.
Unlike the atmosphere in movies and TV shows where tough guys are everywhere and the lights are dark like Batman's lair, the main way for such places to make money in reality is still to sell courses.
Compared with adults, teenagers are obviously more easily fooled, or their parents are fooled. They are all skinny and weak, and they are brought in just to make some money for tuition.
Fan Junwei was being beaten by a boy who was about fifteen or sixteen years old and much shorter and thinner than him.
The huge body was wearing protective gear, and one hand was holding up a piece of...sponge board. Zhai Da really didn't know what this thing was called. The boy used his hands and feet, kicking and punching. It was unknown how powerful it was, but the "bang bang" sound still made Fan Junwei look a little embarrassed.
Zhai Da stood there in shock, but soon someone came over and said, "Hello, do you want to learn boxing?"
"Hmm... Let's take a look first."
"Shall I show you around?"
Zhai Da pointed at Fan Junwei and asked, "What are you practicing?"
"Mixed martial arts...you need a certain foundation."
As he was speaking, the young man suddenly kicked Fan Junwei straight on. Maybe it was unplanned, but he was kicked in the hip without any preparation. A look of pain appeared on his fat face, and he took a few steps back.
Zhai Da's brows were already furrowed, but the staff beside him continued to introduce: "We have professional coaches and sparring partners. Many coaches have won gold belts in the city..."
Zhai Da sneered... Qianshi's gold belt... not to mention the gold content, it doesn't even have any iron content.
"Is that big guy a sparring partner? Are you sure he's a professional sparring partner?"
The other party opened his mouth and said: "Of course, he is our gold medal sparring partner. Look at his physique, he was born to do this job."
He was a little lost in thought as he spoke: "Look at his arm span and frame...this talent...I envy him."
Fan Junwei's work seemed not to be finished yet, and Zhai Da stared for a while.
Then, as planned, he said, "I came here to experience combat. Can you arrange for someone to spar with me?"
I don't know if this guy is a salesperson or a coach, but he looks pretty strong. He has a square face and laughed dryly:
"I'm afraid this is against the rules. We can't arrange for beginners to go straight into the ring. It's too dangerous."
"I agree with you, so you can hit me lightly."
"It's not about severity, it's a matter of principle."
Zhai Da snapped his fingers, and a hundred-yuan bill appeared at his fingertips.
"I'll give you 100 yuan. Just let me try for a few minutes."
The offer isn't high, but the cash packs a bigger punch.
The other party looked around, no one was paying attention here, and the boss was not around...
Grabbing the banknotes:
"No problem in principle. I'll get you a pair of gloves."
In 2008, 100 yuan was a lot. The tuition for a class here was only 900 yuan...
....
Twenty minutes later, Fan Junwei finished his sparring work and limped off the ring.
It’s not pleasant for anyone to be kicked without any defense. My hip still hurts now.
Then he saw Zhai Da, who was also limping.
Zhai Da walked with a hissing sound. Seeing that Fan Junwei was in the same pattern as him, he smiled bitterly.
"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."
Fan Junwei was confused: "Why are you here? No...what's wrong with your leg?"
Zhai Da laughed dryly: "I wanted to do a roundhouse kick, but my hips got pulled."
Behind the two men, the salesperson looked speechless.
I hit you gently...but I can't bear to see you get hurt!
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Opposite the Viking Fighting, in a Sichuan stir-fry restaurant.
The floor is covered in oil, the boss is shabby, there are two waiters, one fat and one ugly, and the signature dish is dry pot bullfrog.
Zhai Da casually ordered a few main dishes, including dry pot bullfrog, boiled fish, Dongpo pork elbow, and Lao Ma's pig's trotter flower, and then ordered a whole bowl of rice on the side and a large bottle of Coke.
He knew that Fan Junwei had a big appetite and the nickname "Meat Mountain" was not given casually. If he ordered too little, he was afraid he would not be able to eat enough.
For Zhai Da, who has more than 10,000 yuan in savings and will continue to receive it, this is just an ordinary meal. The dishes in the small restaurant are cheap, and four main dishes cost only 70 or 80 yuan.
But for Fan Junwei, letting Zhai Da spend money made him feel very embarrassed and even a little at a loss.
Some people are so poor that they are shameless, while others are so poor that they are as shameless as paper.
"Zhai Da...you ordered too much. Please return two."
"It's not much. Eat as much as you want. If it's not enough, add more."
While pouring Coke, Zhai Da checked the progress of the task. Currently, the special effect of [Nerd Glasses Cloth] has "exploded" and the progress has reached (1/10).
In other words, the system recognized that he had... well, lost in the hand-to-hand combat.
It was simpler than expected, the system didn't go crazy and let him have a real boxing match, but it was a bit painful because of the strain on his hips.
What a pity. If I hadn’t been injured, I might have been able to complete the full progress today.
Zhai Da handed a plastic cup filled with Coke to Fan Junwei and asked, "You said you were looking for a job, and this is where you found it?"
Fan Junwei pursed his lips and chose to answer first instead of drinking: "The salary here is high, and they can accept my current loose schedule. I have classes during the day, and if I come here for evening self-study, it happens to be their peak period for classes. Plus, on weekends, like today..."
"Other places offer very little to people like me with sporadic schedules."
Zhai Da propped up his cheek with one hand and tilted his head, "The salary is high? How high?"
"15 for one hour."
Zhai Da cursed: "Damn, you're getting commission from the boxing gym, right? Fifteen hours of beatings? I might as well be working on a construction site carrying bricks!"
Fan Junwei shook his head. "No... I asked around. The construction site only pays 50 yuan a day with a meal. After all, I don't know anything, so it's not much more than a sparring partner. Besides, they don't want someone like me who only goes there after school. They've already finished work."
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Fat Face smiled, full of satisfaction: "It's not bad. My grandma's salary is only a little over four dollars an hour... 700 a month."
700 is the current minimum wage in the third category of the bulk province. In theory, sanitation workers in all regions should be paid the minimum wage, because if it is higher, others will come to take the job...
Of course, sanitation workers have social security, and they receive some humanitarian benefits during festivals and holidays. They also pick up waste on weekdays, so their overall level is higher than the numbers on paper.
But supporting two people, one of whom is a high school student with a huge appetite, is still difficult. Moreover, the work intensity of sanitation workers is not small, the working hours are long, and in fact, the hourly wage is not even enough to cover four dollars...
No wonder Hu Fan Junwei is anxious to work and earn money.
At this time, the fat waitress brought the dishes. Each dish exuded an enticing aroma, and Fan Junwei couldn't take his eyes off them.
He was really hungry.
When the fat waiter turned around, the wretched boss actually touched him, and Zhai Da had a wonderful expression.
You're really hungry...
"Eat, eat, eat, and talk while you eat."
During the meal, Fan Junwei was obviously restrained. He picked green peppers to eat with the dry-pot bullfrog and scooped ginger paste to mix with rice for the Dongpo pork elbow. Finally, Zhai Da couldn't stand it anymore and directly dumped his rice into the Dongpo pork elbow plate.
Then push the whole thing to him.
While eating, Fan Junwei started to sniff, buried his head, and didn't raise it for a long time.
Zhai Da didn't say anything and just kept eating. You know what, the bullfrog is really good.
Is it because the boss looks like a bullfrog?
After Fan Junwei recovered for a while, Zhai Da started chatting with him:
"I'm curious, are there any second-hand recycling stations in Dongyang County? The kind where all the junk is piled together in a mess?"
He had tried to look for it a long time ago. Someone pointed out a place, and when he went there, he found only piles of cardboard boxes.
Later, I caught up with a second-hand appliance dealer on the street and asked him about it. I found out that after they collected the items, they basically sent them immediately to other places to factories with recycling, processing and disassembly capabilities.
In the early years, some people collected things like cabinets and chairs, but now they collect TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, VCDs...
Simply put, only things that can be plugged in are valuable. No one wants things that don't plug in, and there is no such thing as "pile up". Every two days, people from the factory go around and collect these "offline" things.
Zhai Da was somewhat interested in the so-called factory, but he didn't have time to go far for the time being. It was said that the distribution center was in the suburbs of Qian City.
But this is not very reasonable. There must be non-electronic equipment garbage in Dongyang County, and there must be someone to collect it. Fan Junwei's grandmother is a cleaner and may have some understanding of it.
"What kind of second-hand recycling station is it? Each station has different functions. Some only accept iron, some only accept paper and plastic."
It seems that the other party really understands something.
"I want a complete, whole collection of old things... I have a thing for collecting old things."
He added a personal character for himself.
It was just a casual question, but I didn't expect Fan Junwei to give an accurate answer.
"There's a yard behind our dormitory, filled with all kinds of old stuff..."
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