Seeing Diao Jianming riding away, Song Wenjing was relieved. He didn't want to offend anyone, especially since he was here to do business, and he didn't want to be an enemy.
However, sometimes he is not looking for trouble, but trouble comes and it is difficult to escape. This can be regarded as a kind of helplessness of a small person.
Pulling the cart, he followed Wang Zhengxuan to the warehouse.
Under Wang Zhengxuan's arrangement, all the eggs were quickly weighed and the orders were signed on the spot. Song Wenjing, on the other hand, relied on the orders and went directly to the Finance Department to collect the money.
Things went smoothly. Wang Zhengxuan had been in the position of director for several years, and these things were just familiar to him.
Song Wenjing purchased 112 kilograms of eggs for 1.2 yuan, and sold them to the bakery for 1.33 yuan. The total profit of 0.13 yuan per kilogram of eggs was 14.56 yuan. And this was only three days.
Of course, Song Wenjing couldn't let Wang Zhengxuan's work go in vain. He had already stuffed a pack of cigarettes in his bag, waiting for an opportunity to deliver it to Director Wang.
This is a long-term business. I made more than ten yuan today. The price of a pack of cigarettes is about the same. It means that these days of hard work have been in vain, and it is even a loss-making business. After all, the profits from the second uncle Song Jianping's side have to be matched by his.
Divide equally.
But Song Wenjing knew that despite Li Jianhua's greetings, these human exchanges were still necessary in order to maintain the relationship for a long time.
Wang Zhengxuan was not polite and accepted the carton of cigarettes. He also asked Song Wenjing to come to him directly every time he came and not go through other people. If he was not there, he could wait first and try not to let other people interfere in this matter.
Song Wenjing understood Zheng Zhengxuan's caution and kept such matters as low-key as possible to prevent anyone from talking about it. As for how Diao Jianming would deal with it, he wouldn't ask much. Since Wang Zhengxuan didn't say anything, it meant that he had already
Knowing how to deal with it, there is no need for him to be troublesome.
The matter was settled, and Song Wenjing also chose to leave.
When he arrived outside the factory, he withdrew part of the funds and gave it to Song Jianguo, asking him to go back first. He could also collect some eggs in the afternoon, and then come back after collecting enough eggs.
As for him, he followed his past habit of collecting some rags while walking, trying to make full use of his time.
Time flies, and most of half a month is spent in daily repetition. It is hard and boring, but also very helpless.
However, during this period of time, Song Wenjing went to the bakery to deliver eggs a total of 6 times, and each time they were kept within 150 kilograms. In addition to the money he earned from collecting junk, when he settled the accounts at the end of the month, he had on hand:
The original capital finally came to 230 yuan in cash.
230 yuan was indeed a considerable sum for a farming family in the 1980s. Throughout the year, except for having some money on hand when selling pigs at the end of the year, there might not be so much cash at other times.
That night, Song Wenjing took out the remaining pork tickets in his hand and bought another three kilograms of pork. The whole family of nine, including Song Jianping's family, once again had delicious braised pork.
And this is already the second time this month. In rural families, at least in their Songjia Village, this is one of the few opportunities.
Although in less than a month, it was already more than 100 yuan. Compared with this era, it is already a good harvest.
But life had to go on. Early the next morning, Song Wenjing once again went to the countryside in the next town to collect rags.
"Collecting old books, newspapers, scrap iron, copper and aluminum!"
It was already noon, when Song Wenjing found a shady place, put the dry food he had brought with him into his kettle, and prepared to finish lunch quickly, he did not expect that he would attract customers with a casual shout.
"Rag collector, I still have some scrap metal at home, how much does it cost per pound now?" A shirtless middle-aged man came over and asked proactively.
"Uncle, we are all following the old rules, no deception, only a dime a pound." Song Wenjing stuffed the pancakes he had taken out into his bag again, stood up, and answered the questions with a smile.
"Okay, why don't you come with me? My total weight there is about ten kilograms." The shirtless man didn't mean to bargain. He probably knew the price.
After hearing this, Song Wenjing didn't bother to eat, so he just pulled the cart and followed the shirtless man.
After a lot of struggling, the man finally gathered all the scrap metal together. They were some used shovels, fire tongs, rusty wire, etc. The total amount was indeed as the man said, about ten kilograms.
"Dad, give me five cents. I want to buy popsicles."
When Song Wenjing was about to hand the calculated money to the shirtless man, a child of about ten years old was holding a very delicate green bowl and shouting in this direction while eating.
"Go away, I didn't even smoke, and I bought you popsicles. You and your sister are about to start school, and you still need tuition fees." The man waved his hand and scolded the little boy impatiently.
The little boy muttered, a little unhappy.
Song Wenjing's eyes were already attracted by the unique bowl in his hand, and he did not notice the shirtless man urging him to pay.
"Boy, why are you staring at my son? What bad intentions do you have?" The man's voice suddenly became louder, and he even slightly pushed Song Wenjing.
It was only then that Song Wenjing woke up. He quickly apologized and paid the money that was due.
The shirtless man took the money and looked at Song Wenjing warily.
Recently, there are rumors that there are people out there stealing children. Isn't this the guy?
Song Wenjing never thought that his slight distraction just now would lead to such a misunderstanding. He really had other thoughts about the bowl in the little boy's hand, but it was impossible to steal the child.
When the shirtless man was about to take the child back to the house, Song Wenjing finally couldn't help but stop him.
"Uncle, wait a moment."
After saying that, he took out cigarettes from his pocket and handed one over politely.
The man took it but didn't smoke it. He wanted to see what kind of medicine the other person was selling. If he was really a gangster, even if he yelled in his own village, he wouldn't be able to escape.
When Song Wenjing saw the other party looking at him with a strange look and a hint of vigilance, Song Wenjing knew that there had been a misunderstanding.
But the bowl in the child's hand was so similar to the pattern he had seen before, which made him want to stop.
"Uncle, don't get me wrong. I saw that the bowl in your son's hand is very unique. I wonder if I can take a look at it?"
Song Wenjing had no other choice but to tell the truth. He couldn't snatch it from the child. In that case, he might not be able to leave the village.
The shirtless man was obviously taken aback, "Bowl? Are you interested in this bowl?"
Song Wenjing nodded helplessly. He knew that the other party must be surprised. At the same time, he also knew that it was impossible to win at the lowest price.
Sure enough, although the shirtless man was surprised, he was a little excited and said, "Young man, you have good taste. You can actually see that this bowl is different and discerning. However, this bowl is a rare item and I have no intention of selling it."
This is a plan to raise the price. Song Wenjing, who has collected junk all his life, knows that the other party is not prepared to sell it. As long as the price is right, he is probably eager to sell it.
"Uncle, whether you plan to sell it or not, you can always lend it to me for a look." Song Wenjing looked at the other party with a smile, and at the same time handed over a cigarette again, took out a match, and proactively prepared to light it for the other party.
This time the shirtless man didn't refuse, but came closer, and took two strong puffs. He was obviously a smoker, and he was probably exhausted from not smoking during this period.
"Son, bring the bowl over and show it to others."
"I haven't finished eating yet!"
When the little boy asked for his bowl, he quickly took a few mouthfuls and drank all the rice and vegetable porridge in the bowl.
Song Wenjing didn't dare to act too aggressively, but he also didn't want to overact.
He took the bowl from the boy's hand, found a piece of cloth from the trolley, wiped the remaining juice clean, and then observed it carefully.
The height of the bowl is about 7 cm, the diameter is about 16 cm, and the foot diameter is about 5 cm.
The mouth is curved, the wall is deep, and the feet are circled. The outside of the belly is covered with malachite green glaze, and a deformed lotus petal pattern is painted under the glaze near the feet. The inside of the bowl and the circled feet are covered with white glaze. The outer sole is made in the Zhengde year of the Ming Dynasty.
This bowl is handsome in shape and is a typical Zhengde palace bowl style.
From the outside, it looks like green, but in fact, the professional term is malachite green glaze.