Chapter 78 Thirty Jin of Tea
As they were talking, Zheng Man, who had been involved in a dispute over collecting scraps, came from a distance.
There was still some tea for sale in Tang Garden. She walked a short distance away and stopped, not moving forward. After the tea was sold out, the two of them walked tacitly to another deserted place.
"Most people who came here illegally didn't have any money hidden on them, but some of them were reluctant to throw it away and hid some money secretly. I thought you might want more if you wanted it, so I spent a few days looking for it and found 325 yuan in total," Zheng Man took out all the money, "This should be enough."
"If there's more, I can give you more." Tang Yuan originally thought that after selling the watches, the more than a thousand yuan would be enough. Who would have thought that he would encounter such a good business as tea? If he thought so, he might encounter a good business that could be traded on a large scale in the future. Now that he has the opportunity to exchange more, the more the better.
Zheng Man looked at Tang Yuan in surprise: "You want so much?"
"Well, I have my own uses anyway," Tang Yuan said, "If you find it troublesome, our cooperation can end here."
"No, it's my blessing to have such cooperation," Zheng Man said, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Since you think it's okay, I naturally have no problem with it. Running errands for you can actually make me earn more money, and at the same time, it can also allow them to exchange it for Hong Kong dollars and improve their living standards."
Those who sneaked here now all had reasons of one kind or another. Tang Yuan didn't care whether their reasons were good or bad, but he thought that if he exchanged the money for RMB and brought it back, he could buy things in the villagers' hands and improve their living standards, which would be a good thing for the villagers.
If you think about it this way, such an exchange is always worthwhile.
She took the money from Zheng Man and said, "You should wait here for me. I'll go get the money."
After turning around and walking a few steps, she came back to Zheng Man and said, "Someone is competing with you for the waste collection business. You should not do it for the time being. I have other business on hand. After this wave of transactions, we can continue to cooperate."
The scrap business makes money, but it also carries a lot of risks. At this time in Hong Kong, having a conflict with those gangsters is obviously not a good thing.
"Is it okay?" Zheng Man asked in surprise.
"Of course, if we cooperate, I can also make a profit." Tang Yuan smiled at her and then went back to get the money.
More than a thousand yuan is not a small amount of money. She usually doesn't keep too much money in anything, and most of it is kept in the game space. She needs to be careful and cautious in other places, but she can be completely assured when saving money in the game space.
With more than 300 yuan, it was enough for her to continue harvesting tea leaves.
Zheng Man took the money and went to change it again. This time they agreed on the next meeting time in advance and then they went their separate ways.
Tang Yuan did not go back immediately, but continued to run to nearby garment factories. This time his luck was not good, as he had to run a long way before he came across a garment factory with scraps of cloth.
After exchanging a few bags of rags, she called a rickshaw to take them back as before. But when it was time to pay, she found that the money she paid for the rickshaw was much more expensive than the money she paid for the rags.
If there are still not a lot of rags near her residence in the future, it would be really not cost-effective to spend so much money every time she goes out to collect rags.
At the same time, the good time for picking tea leaves has completely passed, and most villagers have focused their energy on farming, but they still pick old tea leaves day and night in order to make money.
If you can't do it yourself, ask the children to do it. Even if you only pick ten pounds a day, you can still earn a dime, which is a full three yuan a month.
The villagers only made money when Tang Yuan came to buy tea leaves. Before that, they had almost no channels to make money. It was only at the end of the year when the work points were settled that they could get a few yuan symbolically.
Life in the village is self-sufficient to a certain extent, but there are always times when money needs to be spent. No matter how meticulous the life is, clothes that are full of patches are still clothes, and shoes that are full of patches also need to be worn.
The worst they could earn was three yuan a month, which was a rare income for the villagers.
With this idea in mind, when the tea season was over, the amount of tea delivered to the mountain increased. Originally, there were only 100 to 200 kilograms a day, but now sometimes we can deliver 500 to 600, or even 700 to 800 kilograms a day.
The villagers did come up with a good way to pick tea. After all, they didn't care about the quality of the tea leaves, and picking them with bare hands was still a bit slow, so they simply used tools.
Whether it's a hoe, a sickle, or a hatchet, we don't just use whatever is handy; we just use whatever we have at home.
The tea leaves piled up more and more, and several rooms that had just had their roofs repaired were filled with large amounts of tea leaves.
Storage is not a big problem. After observing for some time, I found that the villagers know how to give her "independent space" and will not enter the house to disturb her.
Even if they get into the house, it would be easy to talk them into saying that the people who bought the tea cannot transport it out for a while. Not only will the villagers not be suspicious, they may even help to cover it up, because after all, they all make money from the tea.
The point is that over in Hong Kong, so much tea leaves were moved back and forth in her small rental house. No matter how easy-going the security guards were, they couldn't handle the amount she had.
Moreover, all the scraps of cloth in several garment factories near her residence had been taken away, and she really couldn't come up with more large bags for "replacement", which was also a problem.
Tang Yuan sat in the game room, flipping through the newspaper in his hand page by page.
Today's media is mainly newspapers. All information is published in newspapers, including entertainment news, political news, gossip, and various job recruitment information.
She held a newspaper in one hand and a map in the other, and circled the addresses of the job openings in the newspaper on the map.
Soon, a large number of small circles appeared on the map, and in some places the circles were particularly dense.
She had almost found it, so she held the map in both hands and looked at the locations where the small circles were densely packed.
These places are a bit far from where she lives now, but there are a large number of factories in the densely populated areas, including garment factories, food processing factories, metal processing factories, and so on.
This is in line with the current situation in Hong Kong, which is dominated by light industry, and can just meet her needs.
She picked two places where the small circles were particularly dense, and immediately went out for a run. After running to both sides, she took a fancy to an area with relatively better security and began looking for a suitable warehouse nearby.
The prices of warehouses here are slightly cheaper than those she had seen along the way while taking the bus. Some of the warehouses are still occupied by people. A warehouse of three or four hundred square feet costs about two thousand yuan in rent.
Converted into square meters, it is about 30 to 40 square meters.
However, the rent will be cheaper if the place is more secluded.
But I went to Tangyuan and found that secluded places always feel cool, so I finally chose a warehouse with a suitable location and price, and rented it for a month at a price of two thousand yuan.
After renting a house, she brought her "temporary residence" here the next day and began to collect scraps of cloth from the garment factory openly.
Rickshaws came one after another, pulling up bags of rags. In front of all the onlookers, they spread out a large plastic sheet in the warehouse and poured out all the rags.
There are many garment factories nearby, so it is very easy for people nearby to buy scraps of cloth. Moreover, the conditions here in Hong Kong are definitely better than those in the mainland. Patched clothes are worn by people, but there are basically not too many patches.
After Tang Yuan's deliberate introduction, when they learned that these scraps of cloth had to be picked out for secondary use, they lost interest in her business and the things in the warehouse.
She even saw some hooligans strolling by, who, after seeing the warehouse full of rags, rolled their eyes in disgust and walked away. It was obvious that even they thought the rags were worthless.
Just like that, after making sure that everyone had seen clearly, Tang Yuan began to carry the big bag out.
Outsiders couldn't see clearly what was in the bag, but they all knew that she was always collecting rags, and they all thought that what she picked out were also rags.
But in reality, what she picked out was tea leaves.
There are many factories and people nearby, so Tang Yuan chose a market that required a relatively detour. After finding a place, he put down the tea bag, opened it, and started selling.
What she sells here is old tea, still at one yuan per pound. Once the price is posted, it quickly attracts people to come and see.
"Old tea?"
"Yes, they are all old teas," Tang Yuan said, "I will sell them here for a while. I may not come back in the future. If you want, you can buy more."
"Then give me five pounds."
"Give me five pounds too," said the customer who was watching nearby. "It's the first time I see you. Are you not going to sell to me again?"
"Let's sell it for a few days, and then go somewhere else. Tea is only in season, and we don't have much stock on hand." Tang Yuan said seriously, packing tea for the two people, and soon packed ten kilograms of tea.
As soon as the two customers left, new customers came and asked for three kilograms, five kilograms, or even ten kilograms.
The two bags of tea that Tang Yuan brought this time weighed 60 kilograms each, for a total of 120 kilograms. All the tea was sold out soon.
"No more?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Tang Yuan said as he finished the last pack of tea. "Wait for me for half an hour. I'll come back in half an hour."
Old tea sells quickly, and more than 100 kilograms of tea will not last long.
The thought of having to run back and forth so many times carrying the load made her unbearable. She originally planned to rent a tricycle when she returned, but she couldn't find a place to rent tricycles, so she simply bought a bicycle.
Originally she lived in a rented house and had no place to park her bicycle. Now she could finally park her bicycle here in the warehouse, and it would be convenient for her to buy rags and transport them by bicycle in the future.
After buying the bicycle, she tied the tea leaves to the back seat when she went to the market.
These are all broken tea leaves, so there is no need to worry about too many broken tea leaves after tying them, and it will not affect the sales.
The main thing is that she doesn't have to carry it by herself, which makes the whole process much easier.
She pulled two bags of tea to the market and as soon as she stopped the bike she regretted buying a bicycle so late. She should have bought a bicycle when she came to rent the warehouse.
This way, when she went to the garment factory to buy scraps of cloth, she wouldn't have to spend money to hire a rickshaw.
No, I should have bought a bicycle when I was selling tea on the other side. This bicycle can't be parked in the room. Can't it be parked outside?
How stupid!
I untied my belt and put down the tea leaves when someone came over from a distance: "Is it tea leaves? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Yes, I'll pack it for you, no matter how much you want." Tang Yuan opened the tea bag and took out an old newspaper.
"Give me ten kilograms of tea."
"Ten pounds?"
"right."
"Okay!" Tang Yuan agreed with a smile, "Ten kilograms of tea leaves is exactly ten yuan. I'll give you a few more bundles."
The new customer came over in a hurry: "It's right here, little girl, bring me thirty kilograms of tea leaves!"
"Thirty kilograms?" Tang Yuan was stunned.
"Yes, that's thirty kilograms. You don't have to pack the old newspapers for me. I've got the bag and you can just pack it for me." The customer said, taking out the bag that he had prepared in advance.
Tang Yuan glanced at the bag and smiled even more: "Okay, I'll weigh it for you soon!"