Early the next morning, the father and son pulled the cart on the road.
It takes almost forty minutes to get from Xieqiao Town to the city, even by bicycle.
If you are pulling a pallet truck, and there are hundreds of kilograms of goods on the pallet truck, it will take at least three hours to reach the destination if two people pull it and push it.
Song Wenjing knew that he would not be able to pull him over by himself, so he asked Song Jianguo to come with him.
The father and son started at seven in the morning and did not finally arrive at the paper mill until after ten o'clock. After the hardships along the way, Song Jianguo finally realized how difficult it was for his son.
Song Wenjing had dealt with the paper mill here in his previous life. They had a special window to collect junk sent by individuals and other units.
Song Wenjing asked his father to wait by the cart, while he arrived at a room with ease.
At this time, there were two people waiting in front. At the front, there was an old man who looked to be in his 50s, holding a cigarette and weighing a pile of waste paper.
"Uncle, what is the purchase price today?" Song Wenjing politely handed over a cigarette and asked at the same time.
"Seven cents and five cents, but don't send it if it's less than 300 kilograms. We don't have the time to spare."
The old man in charge of the weighing took the cigarettes unceremoniously and warned at the same time. For them, these are all accustomed to. They did not look at the young man Song Wenjing in a special light.
Song Wenjing didn't care, as long as the other party didn't cheat him. As for his attitude, he didn't care.
Half an hour later, it was finally Song Wenjing's turn. After the old man weighed himself, he wrote 386 kilograms on a note, then handed it to Song Wenjing and asked him to go to the finance department to collect the money.
In fact, before coming here, he had already weighed himself at home, and he should have weighed a few taels more than 388 kilograms. Unexpectedly, when he arrived here, he lost a few kilograms.
Song Wenjing knew that this was the so-called unspoken rule. He could probably guess whose pocket the extra kilograms would end up in.
Of course, these are mainly for their personal nature. If it were a state-owned factory sending scraps, I believe it would be a different approach.
Smart people or experienced people will just pretend they don’t know, and the matter will be over. But if you meet someone who insists on worrying about these things, then wait and see, you don’t have to expect the other party to accept your waste products in the future.
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Although the paper mill is not the only one that needs these waste products, you can also send them elsewhere. But will it be fair and just elsewhere? Don't be too naive, it is the same everywhere, the only difference is between ugly and good-looking.
The factory does not belong to them, so it is none of their business what the final outcome will be, as long as they lose a penny of their wages.
What's more, they are deducting from the rag collectors, and there is no loss in the factory. The factory leaders will not meddle in their own business. There may even be many people involved.
Just now, Song Wenjing was thinking that as long as the other party didn't cheat him, it would be fine. Unexpectedly, he was still cheated by more than two kilograms, which cost more than twenty cents. But even so, it was still much better than sending it to a scrap collection station.
He had no choice but to break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.
Take the note and go to the finance office to get the money, a total of 28.95 yuan.
It cost me a total of 23.28 yuan to collect it, which means I made 5.67 yuan in two days just for waste paper. This does not include the dozens of kilograms of scrap copper and iron and toothpaste rinds that were collected at home.
All in all, it is estimated to be more than 7 yuan.
Song Jianguo, who was waiting for the news, saw his son coming out with a handful of money. He quickly stepped forward to ask about the situation. When he learned that he had made more than five yuan, little stars appeared in his eyes.
Song Wenjing was a little funny. He had only made more than five yuan, and he was so excited. When he dumped several thousand yuan in front of Song Jianguo in the future, I wonder if he would faint.
Of course, he was just thinking about it in his mind and wouldn't really say anything.
Song Wenjing took out more than half a pack of Jiaxiu cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Song Jianguo, "Dad, you smoke them first. When I have money later, I will buy Zhonghua for you to smoke."
Song Jianguo smiled and took over half of the pack of cigarettes unceremoniously. His son was filial to him, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Who told his wife to take money so seriously? Every time, he secretly hid a few cents.
, then accumulate it and buy a pack of cigarettes.
He had just seen his son giving the old man a cigarette, but he didn't say anything. Now that most of the pack of cigarettes fell into his pocket, he could at least smoke for several days.
Moreover, in the past, he often smoked for other people's cigarettes, and rarely smoked cigarettes for others. Now that his son has begun to understand filial piety, of course he has to show off a little and return the favor at the same time.
"Dad, you can go back in a while. I will take advantage of this time to collect some things on the way back. You don't have to wait for me."
Song Jianguo saw that his son was going to collect rags today and was not willing to go back directly, so he said: "I don't have anything to do today anyway, so I'll just follow you."
Song Wenjing couldn't bear his father to continue to suffer with him. He could handle it on a hot day by himself, so why bother dragging his father along with him.
"Dad, you'd better go back first. Don't get involved in my affairs. You don't understand these things. Following me will only cause trouble." Song Wenjing refused.
Song Jianguo wanted to say something else, but unexpectedly Song Wenjing had already pulled up the cart, got up and left directly.
He planned to follow him, but after seeing the look in his son's eyes, he finally decided not to follow him. He knew that his son was older and more sensible, and he didn't want him to work with him. Besides, he didn't have any skills other than farming and dealing with people.
He's not very good at it either, and it might really cause trouble if he follows.
After Song Jianguo left, Song Wenjing also pulled the cart and headed around the road home. Especially in the city, it was the first time in his life that he came to the city to collect rags. He also wanted to understand some of the conditions here.
"Collecting old books, newspapers, scrap iron, copper and aluminum!"
A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the surrounding residential areas. It was Song Wenjing who started his business.
Not to mention, there are quite a lot of things collected by people in the city. In addition to spending ten cents to buy three sesame seed cakes to satisfy his hunger at noon, Song Wenjing really collected a lot of things in the remaining time.
By almost four o'clock in the afternoon, no less than 150 kilograms of junk was loaded onto the cart. Although each family didn't collect much, almost every family could always take out something.
This situation is also relatively common. There is a state-run scrap collection station in the city itself. If there are a lot of things, people can take them there and sell them themselves. The prices charged there are still a little higher than the prices they charge along the street.
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But if there are not many things, and people are too lazy to go all the way, they might as well just buy them and have them collected at their doorstep.
The situation in the countryside is different. Where there is little information, many people may have never been to the city in their lives. So they don't know that there is a special place to collect junk in the city.
Song Wenjing didn't dare to continue collecting in the city. There was still a long way to go back. He would definitely be unable to bear if he hauled too many things by himself.
So, after he tied up the rags in the car with ropes, he prepared to go home.
"Collecting rags, I still have some good stuff over there, do you want to collect it?" A young man suddenly ran out of nowhere and stopped in front of Song Wenjing.
Song Wenjing didn't want to collect anything else. If there were too many items, he was really worried about whether he could take them back.
But what the other party said was that there was something good there, which made him immediately interested.
"Brother, what good things do you have?" Song Wenjing regained his energy, put down the cart, and asked politely.
"Brass, it weighs about ten kilograms!" The young man squinted his eyes, looking a little wary.
Hearing that it was brass, Song Wenjing's interest immediately aroused, "Take it, brother, where is it? I'll go with you to get it or you can send it here!"
The young man pointed to an alley next to him and said, "Wait for me over there. I'll be back as soon as I go."
Of course Song Wenjing was happy, so he pulled the trolley to an alley not far away and stopped.
The young man walked towards the distance, and when he turned a corner, he could no longer see anyone.
In less than ten minutes, when Song Wenjing was waiting impatiently, a young man ran over carrying a big black bag.
Song Wenjing wanted to go up to him, but he didn't want the young man to just let him go back and continue to stay in the alley.
When the young man opened the big black bag, Song Wenjing realized why the young man had behaved so strangely just now.
Because the bag contained bundles of wires, all of which had been peeled off, bright yellow, and tied together.