Upon hearing the price of three yuan and thirty cents, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and she quickly asked, "Can I sell it?"
"Sure." Ye Beiping wasn't very interested in selling popsicles; his main concern was making money in the short term.
However, seeing how interested Ye Xiaoxin was, Ye Beiping also thought of another way to make money: "Sister, you can sell it, but you have to do something for me."
"What's the matter?" Ye Xiaoxin looked at Ye Beiping warily.
I have a feeling that nothing good is going to happen.
Ye Beiping smiled and said, "Collecting junk."
"What?" Ye Xiaoxin and Tao Qiuyan exclaimed in unison.
"I...we're not at the point where we have to collect scrap, are we?" Ye Xiaoxin glanced at the meat on the table and frowned.
Do you think a ragpicker can eat meat every day?
Although... I don't think we had this kind of life before, but... now that life is better, why would we still have to collect scrap?
Ye Beiping smiled as he looked at his sister and mother.
I'm so ignorant; even a junk collector can make a down payment on a house.
One of the "Eight Kings" of Wenzhou in the 1980s was an old appliance dealer, or you could say a junk collector, who made a fortune in the business.
In 1983, a fine could be paid in a lump sum of 50,000 yuan.
Ye Beiping explained, "Sister, what I mean is that we collect old and broken appliances. Radios, televisions, refrigerators, and the like. We'll buy them back at scrap prices as long as they're selling them."
There are very few people who can repair these kinds of things these days.
Not to mention being an expert.
Usually, when something breaks, you find someone to fix it; if it can't be fixed, it just sits at home collecting dust.
As luck would have it, Ye Beiping had done this kind of appliance repair in his previous life, and his skills were many times better than those of the current group.
Old appliances are usually not completely broken; you can just replace some parts and they'll be usable again.
Ye Xiaoxin frowned even more: "No, why are you collecting these things?"
Even if you bring it back, you can't eat it.
“Fix it,” Ye Beiping said, raising an eyebrow.
"Repair? You can do that?" Tao Qiuyan was surprised.
She knew her own son better than anyone; how could she not know his worth?
I've never seen anyone who can repair radios, let alone televisions or refrigerators.
Ye Beiping waved his hand and said, "Sister, if you trust me, go ahead and collect it. At worst, you can collect one and I'll repair it for you."
"No." Ye Xiaoxin glanced outside, then leaned closer to Ye Beiping and whispered, "I heard there's a radio at the educated youth settlement, but it's broken. It was brought by an educated youth to use for studying, but he went back to the city without taking the broken radio with him. If you can fix that radio, I'll go and get it for you."
"Really?" Ye Beiping had never heard of a radio being available at a youth settlement before.
Isn't this a great opportunity to showcase yourself?
He could see Su Xinyi and also showcase his abilities.
"Really, that educated youth seems to be some kind of capitalist, his family is really rich." Ye Xiaoxin spoke very softly when talking about this person.
Ye Beiping, however, had no reservations: "Red capitalist?"
"Yes, yes, yes, they are red capitalists." Ye Xiaoxin waved her hand excitedly.
Tao Qiuyan, on the other hand, was more composed and not worried that Ye Beiping wouldn't be able to fix it. At most, it would just be a bit embarrassing, nothing serious.
But what if it's fixed and I start making money from it? Will I get arrested?
"Beiping, how much money do you think you can make by collecting these old appliances?"
Ye Beiping thought Tao Qiuyan was worried about not making money, so he deliberately exaggerated and said, "If you do well, you can earn tens of thousands of yuan a year."
hiss!
Ye Xiaoxin was startled.
Tao Qiuyan patted her chest and shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, in Beiping, haven't you heard that earning a thousand gets you a hat, earning five thousand gets you jailed, and earning ten thousand gets you beheaded? What you're doing is speculation, I won't allow you to do it, I'd rather you be a scoundrel."
Pfft!
Ye Beiping and Ye Xiaoxin were suddenly amused by Tao Qiuyan's words.
This is the first time I've ever heard of a mother hoping her son would become a good-for-nothing.
"Mom, that's outdated stuff. Things are changing now, and we need to change too. We earn our money with our own hands; we haven't stolen or robbed anyone, so why should we go to jail?"
"Mm." Ye Xiaoxin nodded emphatically.
Seeing Ye Beiping's resolute attitude, Tao Qiuyan frowned and remained silent for a long time.
I've lost my appetite.
To demonstrate his skills, Ye Beiping took Ye Xiaoxin to Wu Di's house to borrow some small tools.
At least Wu Guangfa is the village chief, so these things are always readily available.
Whether it was the brigade or the commune that needed to repair things, or some schools in the village that needed to fix desks and chairs, Wu Guangfa protected this box of tools like the back of his hand.
If it weren't for the fact that he saw a chance to become the production team leader, and that Ye Beiping had come up with the idea, he would never have lent out that box of tools, even if it meant his death.
"Be careful, don't lose it, it's very precious."
Upon hearing this, Ye Beiping smiled and assured him, "Uncle Guangfa, don't worry, I would never lose your toolbox, even if I lost it myself."
Wu Di, however, asked curiously, "What do you need to repair, Beiping?"
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