Section Chief Sun made a phone call first, and then personally took Zhang Junping to the goods yard.
All kinds of wood are piled up here.
There are logs, as well as processed boards of various specifications, square lumber, and sleepers used on railways.
The warehouse was extremely busy.
The huge gantry crane here lifts large and thick logs from the train and piles them on the goods yard.
These are logs brought from forest farms in the northeast.
Guanghua Timber Factory is built right next to the railway, and the train can drive directly to the goods yard.
Over there, forklifts are constantly transporting logs or processed wood back and forth.
Either stacking or loading trucks.
Looking at the piles of wood, Zhang Junping's eyes shone.
Just this one cargo yard would require thousands or tens of thousands of cubic meters of lumber, right?
It's a pity that I don't have any money in my pocket. Otherwise, if I stock up on more wood, I'll be able to double my profits when the country liberalizes wood prices in a few years.
Nowadays, due to the state's unified purchasing and marketing, the price of lumber is very low. First-class sawn lumber only costs 150 yuan per cubic meter.
After a few years, once prices were liberalized, the price of first-grade sawn timber soared to over 300.
Of course, Zhang Junping just thought about it. If he really had money to hoard, he would not hoard red pine.
"Chief Sun, why are you here in person?" A middle-aged strong man saw Section Chief Sun and ran over to say hello.
"Lao Wu, let me introduce to you, this classmate Xiao Zhang is a top student at the Central Academy of Fine Arts and a future artist!
Now I am participating in a work-study program and opening a furniture store!
This is the bill of lading, go and pick out a batch of better boards for Mr. Zhang!" Section Chief Sun ordered the middle-aged man.
"Okay, don't worry! I will definitely install the best boards for Xiao Zhang!" the middle-aged man agreed, took the bill of lading and left.
"Chief Sun, thank you so much!" Zhang Junping thanked him again.
People who don't know the industry may not know that even the same first-grade sawn wood can be divided into good and bad.
Sawn timber refers to wood that has been initially processed, such as boards, square timbers, sleepers, etc.
Sawn lumber is classified according to grade, and is divided into special-grade lumber, first-, second-, and third-grade lumber.
The classification criteria are dead joints, decay, skinning, cracks, bends, etc.
Taking first-class sawn timber as an example, it is required that one meter can only be used and no more than four dead knots can be achieved.
There are three within one meter, four of which are within the standard, and there are also cracks and coverings, which are not allowed to exceed 15% of the length of the wood. Ten to fifteen percent is considered first-class sawn wood.
One barely reaches first-grade sawn timber, while the other is infinitely close to special-grade sawn timber. There is still a big difference between the two.
There are so many twists and turns here that even an expert can't tell them apart.
"Haha, classmate Xiao Zhang is so polite!
Seeing such a motivated young man like you, my heart can’t help but feel warm and I can help you a little bit!”
"Chief Sun is really warm-hearted!" Zhang Junping flattered with a smile.
Of course, Section Chief Sun couldn't always accompany Zhang Junping. Being able to bring him to the goods yard in person to give an explanation would be a great honor to Zhang Junping.
After chatting with Zhang Junping for a few more words, he said goodbye and left.
Zhang Junping watched the loading of the truck for a while, and found that what the middle-aged man was loading was indeed the kind of good wood that was infinitely close to super-grade sawn wood.
He stopped staring, said hello to the middle-aged man, and took Huang Xue to wander around the goods yard.
Of course, it’s not really about wandering around. As a wood artist, when I go to the wood yard and don’t walk around, I always feel like something is missing.
"Zhang Junping, did you really take orders from foreigners?" Huang Xue's curiosity had long been overflowing, and she had been holding it back. Now that there were finally no outsiders, she immediately asked.
"hehe!
I don’t even know foreigners, and I can only speak English, yes, no, Good Cat Ning, Hao Ah You… Where can I take orders?”
"Then aren't you lying? Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"
“This can’t be considered a lie, right? After all, my foreign exchange coupons are real!
I can only use the skin of a tiger to make a big banner!"
"Sophistry!" Huang Xue glanced at Zhang Junping, rolled his eyes at him, and then asked: "By the way, where did your foreign exchange coupons come from?"
"That's the money I make from selling wood carvings!"
"Can you also make wood carvings?"
"Huang Xue, let me tell you a story!" Zhang Junping was a little impatient and could not stop himself.
"What story?"
"There is an old woman who lived to be 150 years old. Do you know why?"
"Because she never inquires about things!" Zhang Junping finished speaking and continued walking forward.
"..." Huang Xue stood there, looking at Zhang Junping's back.
He was so angry that he stomped his feet. He really wanted to pounce on him and bite him twice, then push him to the ground and kick him twice.
Zhang Junping didn't know Huang Xue's mood and was very happy for his wit.
Soon Zhang Junping forgot about Huang Xue.
His attention was drawn to a pile of wood.
Strictly speaking, this pile of wood cannot be considered lumber.
It can only be said to be waste, firewood.
Guanghua Timber Factory also treats it as firewood.
At this time, there were several carts and tricycles loading firewood.
Judging by their attire, they must all be residents of the neighborhood.
There was also a worker from Guanghua Timber Factory counting them.
"Comrade, how do you sell these firewood?"
"Two cents for a hundred pounds!"
"Are these the same?" Zhang Junping asked, pointing to some larger pieces of wood next to the firewood pile.
"Those are 150 kilograms!" The worker took a look and replied casually.
"One hundred pounds and fifteen cents..." Zhang Junping almost blurted out the words "so cheap".
Zhang Junping can understand that the reason why the one next to it is cheap is because the wood is rotten.
The so-called rotten heart means that the bark of the tree is intact, but the heart of the tree has withered and become hollow due to various reasons.
Basically, the logs are sawed in half, and then they are found to be hollow inside and the boards cannot be removed, so they are discarded directly.
This kind of wood that has been sawed in half and sold as lumber will not yield much material and no one wants it at all.
I bought it to cook a pot, but it was too big and didn't heat up. I split it and cooked it. The scraps there only cost two cents and a hundred catties. When I bought it back, I could only cook the pot.
Who wants these 1500 kilograms of big wood?
Strength does not cost money?
In fact, if the workers are more patient, some usable wood can still be extracted from these pieces of wood.
It’s just that the production tasks are so heavy now!
The price of wood is also cheap, first-grade sawn wood only costs 150 yuan per cubic meter.
This kind of material is taken out as third-level sawn wood, which is not enough to waste time.
Therefore, the lumber mill was simply abandoned.
Zhang Junping circled around this pile of rotten wood, feeling hot in his heart.
Thank you for taking a walk here, otherwise I would have missed it.
In the eyes of Guanghua Timber Factory, these woods that no one wants to use as firewood are treasures in Zhang Junping's eyes.