A scrap collection station comes to mind

"Recycling successful, wealth value +4!"

Before I could wipe my pants, another piece of information appeared in my mind.

Chen Muyu closed his eyes and watched the enamel tea cup turn into a ray of white light, fly directly into the mountain of garbage in his mind, and disappear.

Really recycled?

Looking at the tea leaves and water stains on his shorts, Chen Muyu couldn't recover for a long time.

——

Name: Chen Muyu

Age: 22 Earth years

Identity: Owner of Wanjie Waste Collection Station

Number of recyclers: 0

Wealth value: 104

——

At this time, Chen Muyu finally understood that the Wanjie Scrap Collection Station was similar to the real scrap station.

As a purchasing station owner, I am responsible for purchasing all kinds of waste products. After the system recycles these waste products, I will pay myself the corresponding wealth value.

…

"In this case?"

Chen Muyu looked at the furniture in his room, and his eyes became a little eager.

…

"WEIHUA10 mobile phone, 70% complete, recyclable..."

"Changhong 29-inch color TV, completeness 50%, recyclable..."

"Men's briefs, 5% intact, recyclable..."

…

Ten minutes later, the house was completely bare!

…

The wealth value has increased to 2000!

…

"Oh my god, it's a bit of a loss!"

…

Looking at the room that he had almost vacated, Chen Muyu shrank his neck. Fortunately, his parents didn't live here, otherwise he would have been beaten to death.

Although this ability came about in a daze, Chen Muyu was still as excited as a child. If he hadn't been afraid of disturbing his neighbors' rest, he would have been unable to restrain himself and wanted to shout a few times.

…

"Ding!"

When Chen Muyu was excited, his cell phone rang again.

He picked it up and looked at it, frowning slightly.

The call was from my father, asking him if he was awake. When he was, he hurried back to the station to help.

Chen Muyu put down the phone and didn't even take a shower. He just picked up some clothes and put them on, then hurried downstairs.

…

——

The buying station run by my family is on Yingchun Road in the north gate, not far from the old station in the north gate of the city.

The purchasing station occupies a small area, so it is a small factory building facing the street of Jinghua Tile Factory, so it is convenient to enter and exit.

Qingshan City is known as the Porcelain Capital of Xichuan and is most famous for its porcelain and papermaking industries. In recent years, the city has paid more attention to the environment. All the ceramic tile factories in the city have moved to Huangtupo in the western suburbs, so the family rented this place. After simple repairs, this purchasing station was opened.

Blue Sky Scrap Collection Station.

The name was given by Chen Muyu’s grandfather. The blue sky represents purity. In urban areas with severe smog, it is not easy to see the blue sky.

After his grandfather passed away a few years ago, the buying station was taken over by his father, so it is not an exaggeration for Chen Muyu to say that this is a family business.

Dad Chen Jianzhong basically spends most of his time at the purchasing station every day, supervising four or five employees, all of whom were old employees hired when his grandfather was here.

In Chen Muyu's impression, his father is a very conservative person. Although he is diligent and hard-working, he still lacks some pioneering spirit. He has never thought about becoming bigger and stronger. If nothing else, he is planning to hold on to this acquisition station. For life.

In the open space, mountains of scrap metal, old furniture, and electrical appliances are piled up...

There are still quite a few people engaged in the waste industry in the city, and naturally there are so-called divisions of spheres of influence.

The acquisition station is regarded as a transit vendor. It mainly collects scraps from some professional scrappers. After simple classification and processing, it is resold to suitable manufacturers to make profits.

Of course, the buying station also has its own employees who come directly to buy. Unlike those retail investors, they are considered regular troops.

The scraps in more than ten streets in Beimen are basically purchased by Blue Sky. Under normal circumstances, the various acquisition stations will not easily cross the line. This is an unspoken rule in the industry.

"Xiaoyu, Master Qin is here!"

A fat man with a bald head and a sinewy face came out of the back room. He happened to see Chen Muyu coming in calmly, and quickly walked to Chen Muyu and whispered.

Yu Dashan is an old employee of the purchasing station. Because he is fat, people who are familiar with him call him Big Fat Yu.

This man looks kind-hearted on the outside, but in fact he is not simple at all. He used to be a gangster who used to hang out on the street. He once committed a crime and squatted there for a while. Because he behaved well, he was introduced to the station by the officials after he came out. I have since changed my ways at work, and now I am in my forties. I have not yet married a wife, so I am just a bare-bones man.

In the scrap business, it's easy to get involved with gangsters. If you don't have any skills, it's difficult to do a stable business.

In recent years, because of the existence of Yu Dashan, the buying station has indeed reduced a lot of troubles. Chen Muyu also respects him very much. After all, he is his uncle. His grandfather trusted him when he was still there. Now his father also trusts him. He is the owner of the buying station. Many things are handled by him.

"Master Qin?"

Chen Muyu frowned slightly when he heard this, "Qin Laosan?"

Yu Dashan nodded slightly.

"What is he here for?" Chen Muyu's frown deepened.

"He didn't say that your dad had hidden away a long time ago and didn't dare to meet him!" Yu Dashan smiled bitterly and lowered his voice, "The person who comes here is not good, and it will definitely not be a good thing!"

"Be careful!"

At the end, Yu Dashan added another sentence.

sweat!

A trace of black line was drawn on his forehead. Chen Muyu admired his father a little. He had seen someone who cheated his father, but this was the first time he had seen someone who cheated his son.

After a pause, Chen Muyu went directly into the reception room without saying anything.

Most of the employees were off work at this time, and there were only two people in the reception room.

A dark and thin old man, wearing a simple short shirt, sat in front of a mahogany table, holding an ebony dragon-head crutch in his hand, sitting upright and looking very dignified.

Behind the old man stood a strong man with colorful arms wearing sunglasses, standing there like a bronze statue. At first glance, he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Hey, Mr. Qin, why are you here?"

The originally calm face turned into a smile the moment he stepped into the door, and Chen Muyu greeted him skillfully.

"snort!"

The old man's nose slightly twitched, and he glanced at Chen Muyu sideways, "Xiaoyu, your family can draw eyes on two pieces of paper. It's such a big deal. Your grandfather didn't dare to keep me waiting like this when he was here. …”

There was a hint of yin in his words, as if he wanted to call an army to hold him accountable.

"Mr. Qin, what are you talking about? You are the elder and I am the junior. No matter how great my reputation is, it cannot be as great as yours!"

Chen Muyu didn't care and sat down at the table. His eyes fell on Qin Hong's face, and the pits on his face were particularly clear.

"Uncle Yu, why don't you make tea for Mr. Qin?" Chen Muyu calmly said to Yu Dashan who came in later.

Yu Dashan smiled sarcastically and hurriedly made tea for Qin Hong.