Men and women eating in the courtyard

Xiao Yuanhua looked at Yang Fengshan with squinted eyes, full of suspicion.

A supervisor cannot figure out what the people below are thinking. This is a very serious problem.

In particular, these two people were told to him by Yang Fengshan, which made it clear that they were the most capable among the middle-level cadres in the factory, and their positions were not aligned with him.

Don’t you even understand the principle of knowing yourself and the enemy and winning a hundred battles with no danger of defeat?

Yang Fengshan was not a newbie, so how could he not know this truth? He also understood the big leader's expression.

Precisely because he knew this truth and what the leader meant, his face now looked confused and bitter.

It was also difficult for him to determine the political tendencies of Dong Wenxue and Li Xuewu, because their own thoughts were different from his own, and they were also different from Li Huaide's.

Even in his opinion, the two people had different thoughts.

In a steel rolling mill, or in any unit, the people below can't help but be consistent with their superiors in their work and thinking, at least not deviating much.

There were endless Zhengzhi study meetings, endless document study books, endless speech drafts, and other ideas were corrected for you.

But Li Xuewu and Dong Wenxue are different. These two are like the odd ones among a group of little ducks. They always like to go in the direction with grass and don't listen to your orders about where to go.

To be more specific, Dong Wenxue pays more attention to the relationship between politics and government in the traditional sense, typical of academic origin, academic training, and academic thinking.

There will be personal understanding and thinking in doing things, focusing on analyzing and solving problems from the structure and system.

But when it comes to dealing with business and ideological conflicts, Dong Wenxue dares to face choices and breaks through the shackles of his thoughts to work hard to achieve his goals.

This is a typical conservative character and contradiction.

Compared with Dong Wenxue, Li Xuewu performed more outstandingly.

Most people get along very well with Li Xuewu and are willing to listen to Li Xuewu's opinions, and they even have the shadow of Li Xuewu in their actions.

But if they were to say that Li Xuewu influenced them ideologically, these people might not even realize it.

Middle-level cadres could not imagine that Yang Fengshan could see and want to see that Li Xuewu was a typical pragmatist.

This person's character traits and methods of doing things are too outstanding, too utilitarian, he goes straight to the point, and his methods are extremely determined and mature.

Yang Fengshan told Xiao Yuanhua his understanding of Dong Wenxue and Li Xuewu and their mental states, and also expressed his own hesitations and contradictions.

Yang Fengshan's hesitation was that he didn't know how to deal with this group, or in other words, this series of steel rolling mill personnel linked with Li Xuewu as the axis.

This is not a matter of two or three people, and Li Xuewu represents more than just himself.

Behind Dong Wenxue is the steel mill department, and behind Li Xuewu is the security department department.

Now Li Xuewu is surrounded by the influence of the Production Management Department, Technology Department, Scheduling Department and other departments.

This does not include Li Huaide's influence and Gu Weijie's influence. Yang Fengshan knew the natural relationship between Li Xuewu, Dong Wenxu, and Gu Wenjie, and did not doubt Gu Weijie's position on matters related to Li Xuewu and Dong Wenxue.

This time, it was Gu Weijie who insisted on recommending Li Xuewu to the committee and Dong Wenxue to the team.

Xiao Yuanhua nodded, understanding the meaning of Yang Fengshan's words, and thought carefully for a long time.

Yang Fengshan was also reorganizing the relationships in the steel rolling mill while Xiao Yuanhua was thinking. When he thought of so many relationships and forces, he could only describe them as intricate and complicated.

Xiao Yuanhua thought so too, but he didn't have the same sorrow as Yang Fengshan. This was not a difficulty in his life.

"You are also a fan of the authorities~"

Xiao Yuanhua picked up the teacup and tapped Yang Fengshan, and then said: "People like this can use it with confidence and boldness, including Dong Wenxu and Li Xuewu, without fear of problems."

After saying this, he took a sip of hot tea, his face was full of confidence and relaxation, and Yang Fengshan's eyes were wandering, waiting for the leader to give him some advice.

"The reason why I tell you to be bold is because they are more tough and conservative than you think."

Xiao Yuanhua put down the tea cup in his hand and continued: "You are afraid that they will have problems, and they are also afraid that you will have problems. They themselves will never have problems."

"You're telling me I'm confused."

Yang Fengshan leaned forward slightly, looked at Xiao Yuanhua and asked: "I don't understand what you mean, how should this person be used? Why won't they have problems?"

"Because they know what they want."

Xiao Yuanhua sat back on the sofa, his eyebrows lowered, his head raised slightly, and he said: "If you can't do well in the position of factory director, you can change your unit and continue to be the factory director. They can't."

As he spoke, Xiao Yuanhua shook his head slightly and said: "They are still very young and have very weak foundations. Only by establishing themselves in the steel rolling mill and making achievements will they not think about the future when they reach your position."

Yang Fengshan's heart palpitated when he said this. Is the leader talking about Li Xuewu and the others, or is he nodding at him?

Xiao Yuanhua ignored the change in Yang Fengshan's expression and continued: "They will not let the steel rolling mill tilt, let alone do anything that will harm the interests of the steel rolling mill. Anyone who touches the foundation of the steel rolling mill is touching theirs." foundation".

After talking about Li Xuewu and the others, Xiao Yuanhua motioned to Yang Fengshan and said, "If anyone wants to make trouble, just let them go and let them go. How can we fight with a gun if we don't show our strength?"

"Of course, you have to do something."

Xiao Yuanhua looked at Yang Fengshan and said: "The way of employing people is a matter of knowledge. It is a university education. If you dare to promote cadres and appoint cadres, it will be much easier than restricting someone."

"Especially the influential cadres you mentioned."

Xiao Yuanhua finally nodded to Yang Fengshan. After the lecture, he felt it was boring. This kind of fight was endless and always existed within the organization.

Yang Fengshan won with his help today, how long can he help him?

If you cannot control the situation, you will have to face reality sooner or later.

"The current situation is very serious, so I won't say much about my situation."

Xiao Yuanhua sighed, nodded helplessly, and said, "I may go to the south in a few days. It's up to you to think, do, and think about these things."

"How could it be like this..."

Yang Fengshan showed a surprised expression at the right time, but it made Xiao Yuanhua chuckle helplessly and waved his hand, not asking him to continue.

Save people and lose land, and everyone and land will survive; save land and lose people, and everyone and land will be lost.

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In fact, before reporting to Li Xuewu, Lao Biaozi had already held a meeting with the boys at the recycling bin.

The main thing is Shen Guodong. There are two cars in the courtyard. Originally, Lao Biaozi could be busy driving alone.

But now there are more and more businesses, and Lao Biaozi is also a little exhausted.

Especially the business of the two divisions, the two prisons, as well as related business on the mountain, supply and marketing cooperatives, steel rolling mills, etc., if they are too busy, they have to shake people off.

Learning to drive was the first task Lao Biaozi assigned to Shen Guodong and others.

From now on, Shen Guodong will be in charge of the big trucks at the recycling station, mainly for transportation, including furniture, vegetables, books, paper and other goods. If Lao Biaozi wants to be promoted to management, he will only drive a GAZ 69 or simply ride a bicycle. Just contact the business.

Shen Guodong not only has to take care of transportation, but also takes care of the statistics and registration of accounts, assists his grandfather and second master in checking the accounts every day, and reporting to the club.

Shen Guodong was not the only one who learned to drive. The second child and other boys of old age also learned to drive. Li Xuewu asked Lao Biaozi to contact the driving class of the steel rolling mill.

They are all related units. Whether it is a training ground or a steel rolling mill, one can learn to drive.

Lao Biaozi was afraid that there would be too many people and he would be conspicuous, so he asked them to learn in batches, at different times and at different places. Moreover, they had to learn and learn hard. If they couldn't learn, he would start beating people.

However, no one is arranged to learn to drive on Sunday. After all, this time is a day for most city residents to rest, and it is also the time when the recycling station has the most business. He is willing to give up, and Shen Guodong is reluctant to do so.

Perhaps because they had learned how to drive, these boys looked at the big truck with some greed as they left, causing the old man to laugh and scold them and drive them away.

Loading the car was very fast with the help of the big guys. When Lao Biaozi drove away, he even greeted Li Xuewu to have dinner together in the evening.

Li Xuewu just smiled and agreed to him without any seriousness. Now his time is no longer up to him.

As the situation becomes more urgent, the Sunday dinner party is getting more and more attention. It seems that organizers like Li Xuewu are paying more attention to everyone and are also the focus of the dinner party.

Everyone is very busy, so we might just spend one night sitting together and talking.

Some people may not say much, some may only speak their own words, or they may say one or two outstanding words when exchanging opinions with others, being cautious and open-minded.

It's like a harbor for the soul, anchored for a night, rest and relax, tomorrow is Monday, and you have to accept internal and external tests.

The situation was urgent. Li Xuewu felt it when he went out, because the wooden sign at the door of the recycling station worked.

Those things that were regarded as treasures in the past have now become a curse. I see some people pretending to be resolute, but in fact they are gritting their teeth and holding antique calligraphy and paintings to "sell junk".

When acquaintances meet at the door of the recycling bin, they compare themselves to each other to show their loyalty, determined to draw a clear line between them and the dregs of the old era.

Li Xuewu couldn't stand the sight of them gritting their teeth and selling their treasures, so he drove to the club.

As for the recycling bin, Erye's craftsmanship is finally about to open.

I have been here for more than half a year. Counting those who have picked up missing items, those who have picked up things from all over the world, and those who have picked up from the piles of rags collected, there are not even one or two items in total.

After all, life was difficult for everyone at this time, and all the rags for sale were carefully selected, and whatever was of some use was kept.

What?

A large porcelain vase from the Kangxi period?

it works! Pickles!

At this time, there are many people like this, holding a treasure in their hands and living in poverty.

The antique bowl was used as a cat's rice bowl, and the antique jar was used as a pickle jar, so that the dealers later took advantage of it, and it became a trick for these dealers to fool the second-hand dealers.

Therefore, saying that the second master cannot pick out antiques from the scrap pile does not mean that his eyesight is not good. It can only mean that apart from some useful books, there is really no useful information in this field.

Since last month, in the surrounding alleys, and even in the entire Sijiu City, some small traders carrying daggers on their backs have begun to secretly put away antiques.

After all, the situation has changed, and these things are becoming less valuable day by day.

Especially in July, not only are these gadgets worthless, but they have also become a curse. Many people have been made miserable because of these gadgets.

Seeing how happy these vendors were with their sales, the second master had already been itching for a long time, especially because those vendors were making a fuss about the brands here and scaring those people, so the second master had been enduring it for a long time.

Hey, if you have a good meal, you won’t have to worry about being late, and if you have a good girl, you won’t have to worry about getting married.

Since the beginning of July, many people have been coming to the recycling bin one after another, holding "rags" in their hands to express their loyalty at the door.

Today is Sunday, and there are more kids running around on the streets. The old lady and the others had originally planned to take to the streets, but they all gave up the idea after hearing how serious the chaos was.

The targets of these brats may be those who hide good stuff in their homes, so these people see that the situation is not good, and they want to sell their junk to the recycling bin one by one.

The second master was standing behind the counter, and the room was crowded with many such customers.

Seeing that there were many people coming here, Yu Li asked Delia to watch the furniture business. She and Wang Yamei came to this house to help the second master.

"Are you from the shopkeeper?"

The visitor was holding a bottle in his hand, glanced at Mr. Ye behind the counter, asked a question, and put the bottle in his hand on the counter.

Although there are many people in the room, there are not many people who are really willing to take action, and they are all just watching.

Everyone knows whether the "junk" in their hands is worth anything, and everyone is worried about it because of the wooden sign at the door.

At this moment, when they saw someone taking action, and it was directed at the old guy at the counter, everyone watched the excitement.

Xiaoyan's business was also blocked and she could only stand aside and watch. These junk sellers did not go to her.

Because when I saw this little girl, she didn’t seem like a knowledgeable person.

They came to sell rags, but they were reluctant to part with them. They couldn't really sell these good things as rags, at least they didn't want to.

The second master saw that this man was still reserved, so he smiled and replied: "What age, there is no such thing as a shopkeeper."

He didn't look at the porcelain bottle first. After saying this, he gestured and smiled at this person: "I, who is buried in dirt, are the same as the things in your hands. They belong to the old times, but they are not Don’t you dare to shout randomly again.”

This sentence chilled the mood of the people in the room and completely woke them up.

Yes, what are they here for? Isn't it just to abandon the car to protect the handsome man? Why are they pretending!

That's all the second master said, and he clicked on the person opposite the counter to remind the people in the room.

Then he put his eyes on the porcelain bottle on the counter. With just a glance, the second master knew that it was a treasure.

"Hey, it's really good stuff."

Ye Erye smiled and shook his head. He gestured to the person across the counter. When he saw the other person nodded, he picked up the porcelain bottle and looked at it.

"Turned mouth, thin neck, drooping belly, circled feet..."

He was talking about the style of the bottle and the direction of identification, but his eyes were a little unreadable.

A blue and white jade vase with mandarin ducks playing in the water at the entrance of Jingdezhen kiln. The inner mouth is painted with Ruyi cloud head pattern. The neck is decorated with twining flowers. The neck and abdomen are decorated with a geometric pattern. The theme pattern on the abdomen depicts two mandarin ducks cruising in the lotus pond. The scroll pattern is painted, the neck is painted with deformed lotus pattern petals, and the foot wall is painted with overlapping lotuses.

Painted with domestically produced blue materials, the blue and white colors are elegant, the texture is fine white, the glaze color is fine and moist, the white has green flashes, the craftsmanship is exquisite, and the Yuan blue and white are serious.

"You look okay?"

Following Ye Erye's appraisal, the owner of the porcelain vase also slightly improved from the state of being hit just now, with a proud look on his face.

All collectors are like this. They love these things to the core of their being, even more than their own sons.

Seeing someone praising their baby, they all seemed happy.

Second Master Ye smiled and nodded: "It is indeed a good thing. Are you willing to give it up?"

Ouch~

The person opposite the counter looked at the person at the counter and said that the things were treasures and felt happy, but the words that followed pierced his heart.

Yes, what can happen to the baby? If you don’t give up your life, you will be gone.

"Alas~"

The man sighed deeply, nodded helplessly at Mr. Ye, and said, "I won't say anything anymore. Please give me a price."

Second Master Ye also nodded with deep feeling, but the smile was no longer on his face.

If you still laugh when someone is sad, then you are looking for trouble.

"Your porcelain vase is not big. Let me weigh it for you."

As he spoke, the second master casually placed the porcelain bottle on the scale on the side of the counter. He adjusted the weights twice, raised his head and said to the stunned man: "It's less than two kilograms and seven taels, so I'll put it together for you." Forget it, one-and-a-half cents."

"What?!"

The man who saw Mr. Ye looking at the porcelain vase without estimating the value was quite surprised when he changed his hand and put it on the scale to measure the weight. When he saw that Mr. Ye really paid the price according to the weight, he almost bit off his own tongue.

"This...this is Yuan Qinghua!"

Seeing such a closing method, the people in the room also opened their eyes and started talking.

Ye Erye ignored this person's distressed look and reluctantly placed the porcelain bottle on the counter, pushed it gently to the other person and said, "Please forgive me. We are a waste recycling station here, so we can only collect it at this price."

After saying that, he motioned to the door and said: "The things are good things, and I feel sorry for you, but we are a public institution here, why don't you find some connections and sell them at a better price."

With just this word and action, everyone in the room, including the owner of the porcelain vase, was stunned.

Yes, people also work. This is really a waste recycling station, and there is a sign at the door.

If you want to charge this price, who can say what?

Another thing is that since they are here, they are mentally prepared. They just see that the treasure in their hands cannot overcome the hurdle in their hearts.

Look at the broken porcelain pieces piled at the door. I have been collecting a lot of these things recently.

Others also said it was a good thing, affirmed the value of the treasure in his hand, and advised him to sell it elsewhere. How could he get angry when his benevolence and righteousness were exhausted.

But where can he sell it? At this time, the vendors on the street have stopped accepting them, and the vendors don't know what to do with the stuff in their hands.

Are they the only ones who know how to get a bargain?

Hey, this incredible wealth is about to turn into disaster.

The hawker channel cannot be used. Who dares to sell the kind that is recycled by the public and has roots?

Look back and decide who can stand it.

"Come on, come on, come on! I'll sell it!"

The man outside the counter gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, waved his hands not to look at the bottles on the counter, and said this while covering his heart.

Ye Erye took the porcelain bottle back and handed it to Yu Li, who was standing aside waiting, while winking at her.

Yu Li took over the porcelain vase, nodded to the second master, and went to the backyard.

Here, Mr. Ye was rummaging around for cents and coins from the money box. People in the room were also watching and talking when suddenly they heard a crisp sound coming from the backyard.

"Crack!"

This sound directly hit the hearts of the people in the room, and also hit the seller's waist, which made him extremely painful.

Just looking at the pile of broken porcelain under the sign when you entered, you knew what had happened to the blue and white bottle.

The seller grinned and stared, hoping to get over his heart attack.

Looking at the 13 cents given by Mr. Ye and a receipt on the counter, he almost burst into tears.

That's Yuan Qinghua. If you delay it, you can exchange it for a big house in Sijiu City and four maids.

But now there are only 13 cents, and there is no change for the 5 cents.

"Comrade, what do you need from the remaining five cents?"

Ye Erye gestured to the container behind him and said, "Fireworks, cigarettes, candy balls and so on."

The seller's heart dropped. He was still in the mood to choose something. He looked straight at Mr. Ye, as if he was looking at the murderer's enemy.

Xiaoyan looked at the other party and said nothing, raised her eyebrows and said: "Comrade, we have some braised food here that we just made this morning. Would you like some?"

The seller was going to die when he heard what Xiaoyan said. What happened to me? Yuan Qinghua exchanged it for 13 cents. Now you are not going to let me take away the 13 cents!

Second Master Ye also looked at Xiaoyan with a grin, why is this child so good at spreading salt?

"good!"

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

The seller wiped his face, pushed the money on the counter in front of Xiaoyan, and said boldly: "I'll change it all into marinated food, I want to drink it!"

After saying this, the man cupped his hands to the acquaintance behind him and said: "Today is the day when I break and stand again. From now on, I draw a clear line with this old society. I should have a good drink!"

"good!"

Everyone in the room and spectators outside the room cheered for this person, but they didn’t know whether they were encouraging him or themselves.

Xiaoyan took the money, cut the braised food quickly with her hands and feet, wrapped it in oil paper, tied it with hemp rope, and handed it to the person with both hands.

The seller took it, grinned and smiled hard, with tears in his eyes, and strode out the door, as if what he was carrying was not the marinated goods and documents, but a gold medal for immunity from death.

With the first portion, there are the second and third portions.

"Look, the celadon four-series lei from the Western Zhou Dynasty"

"Well, the same price as last week is less than two kilograms, so I'll give you a dime."

"Hiss...I'll sell it!"

…

"Look at this piece of mine, a Western Han Dynasty painted Pushou Boshan covered pottery pot."

"Well, it's indeed rare. It's quite heavy. Well, it's four and a half kilograms. I'll give you 23 cents."

"Hiss...you...you...forget it, change the marinated food for me, I want to drink too!"

…

"Come on, come on, let me get bigger! Han-shaped feet and ears."

"Hey! Twenty-six and a half kilograms of bronzeware, one dollar and ten cents."

"Yu Li! Keep this piece of crap far away, it's too much trouble~"

…

Seeing their babies being sent to the backyard, these people either sighed or wiped their faces, all with sad expressions.

The money subsequently exchanged was either for buying groceries or exchanging matches, cigarettes and other items.

Carrying these things out of the door, they looked at each other and felt ridiculous.

Treasures and fakes have the same price. Blue and white porcelain is not as valuable as bronze. Everything is sold by the pound, and the money sold is not enough for a meal.

Thinking about the things they have treasured for so many years, the things their ancestors cherished, have become a joke in their hands.

And they themselves are nothing but a joke in the eyes of the onlookers.

Bronze, ceramics, Buddha statues, jade, gold and silverware, coins, calligraphy, painting, embroidery and weaving, cultural toys...

The second master has quick hands and feet and sharp eyes. He can basically judge whether something is good or bad as soon as he gets his hands on it.

But it doesn’t matter whether it’s good or bad, just take it if it’s what you want. The price has been reduced to the lowest price. You can sell it if you like it or not.

Yu Li and the second master also cooperated very well. The good things were sent directly to the warehouse. When they came out, they picked up the broken porcelain prepared by an old man and smashed it. Later, they got busy and didn't smash it anymore. They didn't have time.

Those who had fakes were kept. The second master had already prepared a warehouse for storage. Li Xuewu had already said that these fakes were valuable. He thought that Li Xuewu might have some bad ideas.

There are people selling things on weekdays, but not as many as today, and it seems that there are more and more people.

Maybe it’s because there are so many people here, and everyone knows that this place recycles old items and issues receipt certificates.

What does the receipt certificate mean?

It is to give you a proof, to let people know that you are separated from the things of the old society, and to really send those dross to the garbage heap.

In the morning, there were not only those selling their own things, but the old man who came last time also came here to look around.

Ye Erye didn't say anything when he saw him. He stayed for a while and then left.

Then several groups of people came to inquire about the situation. When they saw that the recycling station was really used for recycling waste, these people left without saying anything.

It was almost noon, and when the number of people was about to decrease, a large number of people came to the recycling bin.

There were more than a dozen bicycles and more than twenty young people, all carrying something more or less in their hands.

When everyone in the room saw what these young people were wearing and the red cloth on their sleeves, they all stood aside to make way for them to enter the room.

Mr. Ye, who was standing behind the counter, raised his eyebrows and greeted with a smile: "Comrade, do you have any scraps to sell?"

The young man at the head was holding an arm strength device in his hand. He looked at Mr. Ye and then at everyone in the room. He licked his lips, raised his head slightly and asked, "The one who collects scrap?"

"yes"

Ye Erye also knew that these little brats were not easy to mess with, and his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, but he was also polite.

"We are a public institution here. We only collect scraps. We will also sell old goods after repairing them, but they are all registered with the supply and marketing cooperative and the street office."

As soon as Ye Erye mentioned the supply and marketing cooperative and the distribution office, the young man at the head crossed his chin, handed the arm strength in his hand to the person next to him, and then took a Buddha statue from the person next to him and threw it away. On the counter, he motioned to the second master to take a look.

Ye Erye raised his eyebrows, picked up the Buddha statue and looked at it.

Everyone in the room held their breath, watching what these young people were going to do, and also wanted to see how the recycling station would deal with these people.

The people brought by the young man also looked at Mr. Ye, their eyes restless and provocative, as if they would start a fight if they disagreed.

Ye Erye was not afraid of this. After looking at it for a few times, he put the Buddha statue back on the counter.

"Four-armed Guanyin statue, gilt workmanship, Song Dynasty"

"A gift? Haha~"

The young man at the head chuckled, then glanced at the people following behind him, turned back to Mr. Ye and said, "Don't worry about where I got this thing. I ask you, how much is it worth!"

Ye Erye looked at this cocky dick and didn't dare to explain it in front of so many people, so just give it to Song.

"It's gold, it's worthless"

Second Master Ye explained while observing the other party's attitude.

When these people came in just now, Mr. Ye felt that these people came with bad intentions, and they used this thing to test him. There was a deep meaning in their eyes, maybe they were not attracted by the excitement these days.

"There is no need to scrape off the gold on the surface. I will weigh it for you according to the price of the bronze. After weighing, I will give you some more."

"What?"

The young man frowned slightly, then looked at Mr. Ye with playful eyes and asked, "Bronze? Is it also an antique?"

"Of course~"

Mr. Ye nodded, squinted his eyes slightly and said, "I received a lot of this stuff today, and it's all at this price."

The young man smiled, raised his eyes and wildly signaled to Mr. Ye that it was time to weigh him. At the same time, he also asked meaningfully: "It seems that there is no less harvest today~"

"It's okay, that's what I do."

Ye Erye said, his hand already placed the Buddha statue on the scale.

"Three pounds and six taels, I'll give you a dime based on the bronze price, and I'll give you an extra four cents for the gold, so I'll make up fifteen cents."

"How many?"

The young man couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Mr. Ye's quotation, and then asked with his big eyes: "Are you talking about a pound and a cent or..."

“A total of ten cents”

Ye Erye stressed very seriously: "Originally we didn't accept this stuff, but the steel mill needs materials to make steel, and it's metal."

After saying that, he threw the golden Buddha out of the back door, where there was a pile of bronze objects.

The young man stared at the second master with a dumbfounded look, and his eyes followed the trajectory of the golden Buddha flying out and landed on the pile of bronzes.

It's not like they haven't ruined good things when they copied other people's houses, but this is the first time they've seen such bad things.

He thought about it, even if this thing is useless, it still contains a bit of gold, and people say that this thing is an antique and valuable.

This is so valuable...it's worth fifteen cents, fuck!

The young man took another look at the scraps of metal piled up in the backyard, and knew in his heart that this recycling bin was really for collecting scraps.

From what I heard earlier, it was sheer nonsense that people here were selling dog meat over sheep's heads, and the things they prepared were useless.

He felt so embarrassed with so many people watching and the brothers behind him watching.

The note and the 15 cents written by Mr. Ye were placed on the counter. The young man could neither take them nor take them.

They're not here to sell things at all, so there's something wrong with taking the note and the money... that's not right!

Putting aside the money, this item seems to be useful!

The young man's eyes lit up, he raised his head and looked at Mr. Ye and asked, "As long as I sell junk here, will you give me a note?"

"Neither"

Under the slightly narrowed eyes of the other party, Mr. Ye explained: "The main thing is that you think he is a treasure, but we don't. In order to avoid any disputes, we gave you this note. Don't come to us in the future."

The young man seemed to understand something. He smiled, pointed to the "junk copper and iron" piled in the backyard and asked, "Is this sold to the steel mill? What about the porcelain?"

"The glass factory may also change it, repaint it, and directly make pickle jars."

Mr. Ye raised his head slightly and said confidently: "All the jades will be handed over to the head office for processing, and the remaining calligraphy, paintings, books, etc. will be remade into paper."

After saying that, he took down two books from the shelf, one was an anthology of red leather, and the other was a collection of sentences by red leather, and motioned the young man to take a look.

I also took a few metal and ceramic badges, all of which can be pinned on the chest for these young people to see.

The young man glanced at Mr. Ye in surprise, then picked up the anthology and looked at it, then looked at Mr. Ye and asked: "This is...?"

"Old Paper Recycling"

Ye Erye followed Li Xuewu's words and said: "This is called turning the dross of the old society into the essence of the new era. It is the result of our joint efforts."

When the young man heard what Mr. Ye said, his eyes brightened even more. They couldn't listen to such words of encouragement, and they got angry when they heard it.

"You're right! You guys did a great job!"

After speaking, the young man patted the two books and a pile of badges on the counter and shouted loudly: "Smash the dregs of the old society and create the essence of the new era"!

"Smash the dross of the old society and create the essence of the new era"!

"Smash the dross of the old society and create the essence of the new era"!

…

He shouted, and the young people he brought also shouted, which shocked Mr. Ye who had just finished explaining. He thought they were going to do something.

After the group of young people shouted, the leader waved, took many gadgets from the hands of those behind him and put them on the counter. Then he said to Mr. Ye, "Help us put these old things away." Replace the dross with the essence of the times.”

Ye Erye's eyes widened slightly, then he smiled and nodded: "It's a joint effort between you and me~"

The young man at the head smiled proudly, put the note on the counter into a collection of sentences, and shouted to the young people behind him: "I want to put this book into a funeral talisman full of the dregs of the old society!"

"Okay!~"

…

Mr. Ye was writing notes for Yu Li's weighed things to settle the accounts. When he heard what the young man said, the pen in his hand almost dropped to the ground.

He was just a rag collector, but he didn't expect these little brats to be quite capable of setting things right. The note he wrote became such a symbol.

It’s not that I don’t know if Lord Yama would sue him for fraud if he didn’t receive these things.

These "rags" are not worth much, but they are not as expensive as books, so when these boys left, they only took away two anthologies, four collections of quotations, and seven or eight badges, but they were all in high spirits and with red faces.

When people in the store and outside the store saw these boys acting like this, they all knew what to do next.

After the antiques were sold for money, many bought a red book, and the smallest bought a badge, or added money to buy books, and no one asked for junk goods anymore.

This is the meaning of this era. Sometimes gold is more expensive, sometimes antiques are more expensive, and sometimes superficial things are more expensive and more life-saving.

The young people at the door got on their bicycles, holding red books in their hands and unique badges on their chests, and rushed out of the alley with a roar.

Xiaoyan came back from the door and whispered to the second master: "They just said they were going to find the dregs, and they also told others to come here to exchange for the essence of the times."

The second master nodded clearly, and a big stone fell in his heart.

He now understands why Li Xuewu insisted on the price and only collected antiques as junk. Li Xuewu had already reached this level just now.

The red books on the shelves and various unique badges are not available outside. Lao Biaozi not only prepared these, but also made a batch of metal signs to be hung on the car. He brought them back in the afternoon, and the one hanging on the bicycle was even better. Pull the wind.

Saving the day today not only made the recycling station famous, but also made people who came to sell "junk" feel relieved.

Those little brats are here to deal with the mess, why can't they.

Especially the note issued here. If they imitate these people and put it in the red book, who dares to say that they are disloyal!

Now that the road has been paved, it depends on who can follow faster. As long as they sell all these antiques here, they can exchange them for books and certificates, and they will become people of the new era.

Yu Li was busy with her hands, but she couldn't figure it out in her mind. She knew these things were good stuff, so why did she come to exchange them for books.

Did she know that these books and badges had been brought back by Biaozi a long time ago and had been kept in the warehouse, and they had only been put on the shelves in the past few days.

It has nothing to do with the recycled books and old paintings. The collected calligraphy and paintings are all stored in the warehouse. The second master is now busy for a long time every night, just cleaning these things collected during the day.

Yu Li didn't quite understand the slogans of these young men, nor did she understand the meaning of what they shouted. She only knew that Li Xuewu was causing trouble again.

——

"I am innocent!"

"Say! Say it again! You big liar!"

Sister Lou pointed at Li Xuewu and gritted her teeth and said, "What time did you come out of the house? You are so innocent!"

Li Xuewu sat up from the kang and said while putting on his pants: "I came out at eleven o'clock. I have something to do at home."

"Asshole! You lied to me!"

Sister Lou stretched out her foot from the kang and kicked Li Xuewu, and said angrily: "I asked Lao Biaozi when he came to withdraw money in the morning, and he said that you left with him at about the same time in the morning!"

"There is no accurate word in his mouth!"

Li Xuewu said aggrievedly: "You don't know him yet. He is a bastard, talks about running the train, and has the same virtues as his uncle. He is just joking, and he is definitely fooling you!"

"I believe you ghost!"

Seeing that this person was like this, Sister Lou still didn't admit her mistake and even argued with herself. She gritted her teeth and jumped up to pounce on him.

Li Xuewu used to be a slam dunk master, and he was also skilled in playing basketball, but no matter how good his skills were, he couldn't stop Sister Lou from hitting someone with the ball!

"If you keep doing this, I won't wear these clothes anymore!"

"I'm afraid of you!"

Sister Lou stood on the kang and stared at Li Xuewu angrily: "Tell me! What have you been doing this morning!"

"Going to the theater!"

Li Xuewu twitched his lips, and explained to Sister Lou helplessly and seriously: "I like Peking Opera more recently..." (End of Chapter)