Dushan Waste Station---

Lin Yi has never been here. After coming here, he realized what is boundless waste and garbage, and what is the final stop for garbage.

But the entire waste yard is divided into three or four small-scale waste recycling and treatment points, plastic products are classified into one category, scrap iron and steel are classified into one category, cardboard and waste paper are classified into one category, and wine bottles and glasses are classified into one category.

Of course, Lin Yi ignored those scrap iron wine bottles, but walked straight towards the pile of waste paper and old books.

As we got closer, we found that the pile of waste was towering like a mountain. What was even more surprising was that there were people climbing on the "mountain", to be precise, no less than 17 or 8 people who were looking for old books. Among them, Lin Yi knew all four of them, Dong Yanjing, Wang Heizi and his wife, and Liu Sanliang. The lazy Liu Sanliang actually came to the waste station to buy books. It seemed that Lin Yi's overnight wealth was quite exciting to him. The rest of the people also looked familiar, probably some stall owners who often hang out in the old book market, and some Taobao shoppers who like to buy books.

Looking at Dong Yanjing and others, they were basically equipped with gloves, masks, sun hats, and blades and iron hooks in their hands.

Look at them, they move very quickly. They basically use iron hooks to pull out a large number of old books and check them with their hands. If they are bagged and packed in sacks, they will use a blade to pull the whole bag and break the whole bag and the books inside will flow out in a flash.

Not far away, the boss of the waste station sat aside, knocking his legs and drinking tea. On such a hot day, he was happy to see these Taobao shoppers tossing on his old pile of paper.

It is sometimes a kind of enjoyment to see others suffering and suffering, right?

Instead of rushing to the towering mountain peaks directly, Lin Yi shouted that I was coming, but walked to the front of the owner of the waste station with a smile, and handed a cigarette very politely.

His box of Chinese is stuffy, and now he uses Su Yan.

The boss was not polite, and took the cigarette directly with his slightly dirty hands, held it in his mouth, and said, "What's wrong, young man, are you here to buy books too?"

"Yes, I like reading. I bought a used book stall too expensive, so I came here to buy some." Lin Yi lit it for him.

The boss was about forty years old, with a black head and a black face, squinted his eyes and took a beautiful sip, "Grass, good cigarettes are good cigarettes, which taste different from ten yuan per box!" He spat.

"You are late. Have you seen that? Those people came more than an hour earlier than you, and are still investigating now!"

Lin Yi still smiled, "Books and people are destined to be together, no matter how sooner or later; but I'm very curious, where did so many books come from this scrap station?"

The boss bit the cigarette and said with his black teeth, "I haven't come from the county town yet. The old books in our place are almost all purchased, and people are more aware of it. Ordinary books are not sold as waste. Those who know a little about goods will pick up some medicine books, literary classics, poetry and songs and set up street stalls, so they rarely find treasures... Look, these are all things I took for half a day to pick them up."

Lin Yi looked at it and found that there were a lot of books not far from the boss, and they looked good. Most of them were literature, history and philosophy. Several of them were liked by Lin Yi, namely "Selected Works of Yu Xin" published by Zhongzhou Painting Club, Zhonghua Book Company's 1980 edition of "Social Class System of the Yuan Dynasty", Zhonghua Book Company's 1981 edition of "History of Blogists in Jiangsu and Zhejiang", China Children's Publishing House's "Selected Chinese Folk Story. The First Collection", Sichuan Publishing House's 1987 edition of "Research on the White Lotus Sect" in Ming and Qing Dynasties.

The reason why Lin Yi liked these books was not because of his strange reaction, but because he had seen them in Taoshu notes. If you remember them well, each of them could be sold for more than 30 yuan, and the last book "Study of the White Lotus Sected by the Ming and Qing Dynasties" could be sold for about 120 yuan.

So, Lin Yi asked the boss how to sell these books. Unexpectedly, the boss said directly that these piles of books would be shot and sold without any small amount.

Lin Yi looked at other books, and there were almost twenty or thirty books, not very valuable. However, before he gave up, he asked, "How much does one shot cost?"

The boss raised two fingers, "Two hundred."

Lin Yi shut up. He only made dozens of dollars in profits after so many books, so he didn't do it.

The boss was still spitting, "Dog said, I thought I didn't understand books, so I picked up bargains at my waste station all day! Who was that last time, Wang Heizi... Yes, it was him. This guy bought a purple-skinned "Food Selection" from me and gave me thirty yuan. I heard that he sold more than 500 yuan at one time. Dog said, I'm going to act now, you can pick up a lot!"

Lin Yi was speechless, after all, he was here to find a bargain.

Seeing that Lin Yi's expression was unnatural, the boss laughed and said, "Did you even go in and scold me? Don't worry, we are just like this, and sometimes we speak a little bit ugly... If you don't want these books, you'll dig them in the pile. I told you, whatever you pick out is about five yuan per pound, and you'll get the sacks and leave directly without taking them apart, then two yuan per pound. No matter the depth of the relationship, no matter the man, woman, old and old, you'll be fine!"

Lin Yi understood that this boss didn't look like a mountain king, but he was quite sensible. He actually divided the old books he collected from his garbage into three categories to sell. The first category was what he picked out and sold at a high price; the second was Wang Heizi and Dong Yanjing and others picked it out, which cost five yuan per pound, and it was not cheap. They were almost at the street stall. Finally, the whole sack was gone, and it was worth a pound of one pound or two. As for whether it was good or bad inside, it would be a gamble of luck.

After understanding this, Lin Yi gave the boss a good cigarette and said with a smile: "I'll go up and pick it up first, yes, if you don't have the right ones, I'll buy you these." After all, it's not good to go back empty-handed.

Seeing Lin Yi say this and know the worldly ways so well, the boss is also happy, "Look, you don't even bring gloves, it's not worth much money to use this pair." As he said that, he threw Lin Yi a pair of white-line gloves.

Lin Yi took the glove and really needed this. He said "Thank you" and walked towards the pile of old books like a mountain.

The owner of the waste station behind was lying on the chair again, knocking his legs crossed, drinking tea happily, watching the people turbulently in the sun, and looked at Lin Yi, thinking, this young man is not bad, but unfortunately he is a fool, a gentle man insisted on mingling with those who are searching for old books. I really think that the waste station is full of treasures. Even if you pick up treasures, you must have the ability!

The owner of the waste station is very simple. He guessed that Lin Yi would not support him for a long time and would turn back. At that time, he would spend ten or eight yuan less and deal with the book he picked up. Wang Heizi, Dong Yanjing and the others don’t want it, so he just stuffed it to this kid. He can always make two money.
Chapter completed!