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"For those advertising flyers on your desk, take them out and distribute them after get off work in the evening. I have clients to meet this afternoon and I may go home directly in the evening. You should keep a good account," Li Manjun warned.

Yao Zhaowen asked in surprise: "Our rag collector still has customers to meet?"

Li Manjun smiled and said: "Of course, otherwise who do you think we sell the things we collect? How could they choose us among so many recycling stations?"

Yao Zhaowen nodded to show that he had gained more knowledge, and asked curiously: "Then who do we sell these things to?"

"Looking for it." Li Manjun replied very bachelorly.

Yao Zhaowen choked, feeling nothing, but looking at the boss's confident look, he didn't seem to be worried about not being able to sell the things.

After Li Manjun checked the morning's entries, he turned around and saw Yao Zhaowen looking confused, and explained:

"Don't worry, someone should come to us these days. Please pay more attention then."

Yao Zhaowen nodded to express his understanding. When he saw her starting to collect her bags and leave, he quickly asked:

"Boss, aren't you afraid that I will abscond with the money?"

You were very wary of him yesterday, why are you so relieved now?

Li Manjun smiled, "I can't bear this risk. Do I still want to do this business?"

If she could take down the scrap machines from the printing factory this time, she wouldn't be afraid if the entire store would be emptied by Yao Zhaowen.

Moreover, she was not suspicious of her employer, so she did not go to see the people at the printing factory just to keep an eye on Yao Zhaowen. This was not picking up sesame seeds but throwing away watermelons.

"You keep an eye on the store, I have to leave." Li Manjun picked up her bag, straightened her appearance in front of the broken half-mirror on the wall, and left in a hurry.

In the tea restaurant on Xiwu Road, Sun Wu from the printing factory had just arrived when he saw a young woman who was suspected of being the target walking in, looking around, as if she was looking for someone.

He raised his hand and waved. When the woman saw him, she walked over with a smile, "Is it Manager Sun? I'm Li Manjun from Luman."

Sun Wu nodded, stood up and raised his hand to signal the waiter to serve tea. He pointed to the seat opposite and asked Li Manjun to sit down.

"I didn't expect Manager Li to be so young and a woman." Sun Wu took a sip of tea and scanned Li Manjun with his probing eyes, "Why do you, a woman, think of running out to start a company?"

Li Manjun endured the other party's contemptuous and probing gaze, smiled slightly, poured himself a cup of herbal tea, drank it all in one gulp, and then said:

"Manager Sun, there is no law in the country that stipulates that women cannot open a company, right?"

Sun Wu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "It's true, let's talk about the printing presses. I have fifteen of them. They are said to be useless machines, but in fact they can still be used after repair."

Li Manjun put down his tea cup and said, "Manager Sun, I am a scrap collector. In my eyes, these machines are scrap iron, steel and copper. I wonder if Manager Sun plans to weigh them by kilogram or by number?"

There are two ways, each has its own explanation.

If weighed, some parts that are not metal will be thrown away.

If it is sold by the table, of course it cannot be priced at the same price as weighing.

Sun Wu was startled, and finally took another look at the young female boss in front of him. Even at such a young age, she already had the feeling of being a profiteer.

"Is Manager Li free this afternoon? How about we take a look at the goods first and then talk?"

Li Manjun agreed, and the two set off again before finishing their tea.

The meeting place was chosen by Sun Wu. It was not far from the printing factory, so the two of them walked there for about ten minutes.

The obsolete machines were left in the open air, without even a piece of plastic covering them, and were already covered with rust.

Li Manjun was a little speechless, as Sun Wu planned to sell it to her for the price of a second-hand printing machine.

Even if there is really an enemy who is willing to take over, Xiu doesn't know how long it will take.

However, not all of these fifteen machines are so bad that they cannot be used. Seven or eight of them seem to be in better condition.

Li Manjun looked around all these machines and felt rust on her hands. Sun Wu led her to the washbasin at the entrance of the employee dormitory to wash her hands and asked tentatively: "Manager Li, what do you think of the machines?"

Li Manjun shrugged, "It's just junk, but we were introduced by friends, so of course it's a friendly price, don't you think so?"

Sun Wu nodded and asked Li Manjun to make a price.

"Take it by the channel. It will save you and me trouble. I think you haven't sold it for so long because the previous bids did not reach the psychological price, right?"

Sun Wu listened to her quietly, neither denying nor saying yes, he only said:

"You just saw that there are seven or eight machines that are still usable. Our factory imported these machines from the Soviet Union in the north twenty years ago. We spent a lot of money at that time, and they were all the highest quality machines at that time. Now it won’t be a problem even if it lasts another ten years.”

"I have no problem taking the rest as scrap metal. Just pay them according to the current market price. But for the remaining seven or eight units, you can take them as second-hand. If you sell them later, you will definitely still make a profit."

Li Manjun shook off the water stains on his hands, frowned slightly after listening to Sun Wu's words, looked at the rusty machines in the open space with his hands on his hips, and hissed.

"Manager Sun, you are really making things difficult for me. Even if they can still be used, I am a junk collector, and I don't know anyone from other printing plants who sells these machines."

"Look, how about you keep those eight machines? Since you all work in a printing factory anyway, you must know more connections than I do. If we change hands internally, how about I just keep the remaining seven scrap metal machines?"

Li Manjun looked embarrassed, his eyes full of sincerity, and stared at Sun Wu.

In the end, Sun Wu was defeated and said, "Little girl, you are really good, okay, okay, okay, you can take her away at any price, I think it will make me upset."

Li Manjun repeatedly confirmed: "They are all recycled as scrap metal, right?"

Sun Wu's eyes almost bulged, and he nodded repeatedly.

Li Manjun took out the newly bought calculator from his bag, clicked it once, and handed it to Sun Wu to see.

Sun Wu glanced at it, nine hundred yuan, which means that one unit only costs sixty yuan, but that is the price of scrap metal.

"I can pay the full amount in advance today." Li Manjun doesn't want to take advantage of anything. He always wants to give others a good impression so that we can have long-term dealings with him.

Printing plants and paper mills are like brothers wearing the same pants, and maybe the waste paper in the store will be marketable.

Sun Wu smiled helplessly, "Okay, then you and I can go to the finance room to make a settlement."

"I'll give you three days at most, and you have to move them all out after three days." Sun Wu added.

Li Manjun said that these were not problems, and went to the finance room with Sun Wu, settled the accounts clearly, and got the receipts.

"Then I'm going to contact the truck to take him away now. Please tell Manager Sun to tell the doorman not to misunderstand."

Sun Wu sent Li Manjun away with a smile, then turned around and said to the gatekeeper, "If the rag collector brings someone to pick up something, don't stop him."

The janitor responded with a sigh of relief and continued reading the newspaper without raising his head.

There is always such a lazy guy in every unit, and Sun Wu can't do anything about him.

As soon as Li Manjun walked out of the printing factory, he found a newsstand and called home.