There was a man sitting lazily in the office flipping through a newspaper. When Wan Feng came in, he just glanced at Wan Feng without saying a word.
"Uncle! Do you collect broken glass here?"
The man buried his head behind the newspaper, not even revealing his face this time.
He probably thought Wan Feng was a kid from the village who came here to play.
Wan Feng threw the Diehua cigarettes he had bought for a penny at the cooperative in front of him.
He saw that the other person still had a pipe in his mouth.
The man threw the newspaper aside. His eyes lit up when he glanced at the box of cigarettes, and a smile on his face gradually emerged like a seedling emerging from the soil.
"What did you ask just now, friend?"
The saying that money makes the world go round is a true saying.
"Let me ask if your factory collects broken glass?"
The man looked at Wan Feng in surprise: "You want to sell broken glass? We won't take it by the pound or two."
"Let me ask the price first."
"Three pounds and two cents."
Three pounds and two cents, which is more than six cents per pound. This price is not low.
Broken glass has absolutely no use at all. Not only that, but even whole wine bottles and cans are thrown everywhere in the countryside.
If there were no such glass factory here, these broken glass would be of no use in the countryside. Except for the Cuitun Supply and Marketing Cooperative, the supply and marketing cooperatives in other places no longer collect broken glass.
As for the price, it was very good at the time.
Wan Feng still clearly remembers the autumn of 1983. After he returned to Heilongjiang, the Shenwu County Purchasing Station came to their company to collect scrap iron and only paid one cent per pound.
"Can I sell broken glass directly to you?"
For the sake of a pack of cigarettes, Narao was very nice: "I'm in charge of purchasing. It's fine if you come to sell, but it would be boring if there are not enough."
"If I make a large quantity, will you buy it?"
"Can you get a large batch?"
"How do you know you can't do it if you don't try?" Wan Feng answered confidently.
"Haha! You're quite an interesting guy. I'll take as many as you can get."
"Do you want cash? I won't come if you don't."
The man didn't take it seriously. How much can a child like you have? "I guarantee that I'll get them all in one piece. No default."
Wan Feng felt relieved this time. He felt that his first pot of gold was about to come.
When they reached the door, Wan Fengyou turned back and asked, "I wonder how long your factory can stay open?"
Because he will return to Heilongjiang next winter, Wan Feng really doesn't know how long this factory has been open.
"It depends on the benefits. It's pretty good for now."
After leaving the wire drawing factory and taking Hui back to her home, the conversation between my aunt and the sisters was completed.
On the way back to Wa, what Wan Feng paid most attention to were the junk in the ditches and bumps on the roadside, mainly things related to glass.
He was overjoyed as he walked. He could see glass shards everywhere in the ditches and fields, which showed that there was no shortage of supplies for his plan.
When he got home, he began to make arrangements. Of course, he started from the rear of the depression, then moved to the front and back of the mountain, radiating outwards from the point to the surrounding areas.
His method was very simple. Anyone who collected three pounds of broken glass could exchange it for a book from him, or for one cent.
The wire drawing factory charged 6.6 cents per pound, but Wan Feng gave them 3.3 cents per pound, and he still made double the profit.
When the children in the village learned that three pounds of worthless broken glass could be exchanged for a book or sold for one cent, all their enthusiasm was mobilized. For a moment, all the half-grown children appeared at the edge of the fields, on the top of the mountain, and along the ditch, looking everywhere for things that sparkled in the sun.
In just a few days, all the children in the Jiangwei Brigade knew about this. Even people in the Huanghui Brigade of Heijiao Commune and the Dapuzi Brigade of Gushan Commune, which were connected to the Jiangwei Brigade, knew the news.
Anyway, children were everywhere where glass could be found. What Wan Feng didn't expect was that in the end even some adults joined in the search for broken glass. After all, three pounds could be sold for one cent, which was a very tempting income in a rural area where a centimeter was only a few cents.
Wan Feng set up a point at his grandmother's house and Xu Bin's house, and basically bought the broken glass at these two points after school.
He would exchange books for people's books, and when people were having trouble selling books, he would give them cash. After more than ten years, he actually bought a large amount of broken glass.
Wan Feng sorted out the account book and found that he had purchased more than 2,000 kilograms of broken glass. He thought it necessary to go to the wire drawing factory to sell it.
Today is Sunday, the sun is shining in the sky, and the flowers are smiling at the peaks. It is a good day.
In the morning, Wan Feng went to the wire drawing factory and confirmed that the acquisition guy was in the factory. Then he ran back without stopping and found Zhang Hai, the captain of the Wahou team.
"Uncle Zhang Hai, I want to hire a horse-drawn carriage today. Do you think it's okay?" As he said this, Wan Feng put a box of handshake cigarettes into Zhang Hai's pocket.
"Hiring a carriage? What does a jerk need a carriage for? To pick up his wife?"
At that time, the most common means of transportation for marrying a wife was a horse-drawn carriage. A more upscale option was a hand tractor, and a more upscale option was a bicycle.
Wan Feng chuckled: "I'll marry a wife, and I'll never have another one."
Zhang Hai reached out and patted Wan Feng on the head: "Then what do you want the carriage for?"
"I have some broken glass to take to Cuitun. I'll pay you one dollar per trip, what do you think? It'll only take the morning, and you might need it every few days."
The distance from Wahou to Cuitun is only three or four miles at most, and one dollar for transportation was quite a lot in 1980.
Zhang Hai agreed after a moment's thought. There was no shortage of carts anyway, so he sent a two-horse-drawn cart with plate chains to load a large cart.
The owner of the carriage was Liang Wan.
Of course, Wanfeng was not stingy with the one-cent cigarette. Even though this one-cent was enough to make them happy,
The two of them sat on the carriage, one on each side, chatting as they hurried along, and soon they arrived at the wire drawing factory to unload the cart and weigh it.
Now Wan Feng already knows that the person who bought the wire drawing factory is called Song Yuancheng. His family lives in Liutun, which is a village next to Wohutun of Jiangwei Brigade and is separated from Wohutun by a three-meter-wide river.
The worthless handshake cigarettes naturally went into his pocket.
Song Yuancheng was surprised that Wan Feng could get a whole carriage of broken glass.
"Hey, I can't tell where you got all that broken glass?"
"Of course I can collect it. My family doesn't produce this kind of stuff."
Song Yuancheng took a good look at Wan Feng and said to himself, "Your dick is not simple."
What's so difficult about collecting some broken glass? I will do something even more difficult in the future.
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