"Oh, see who is here!"

"Lin Baiwan, you actually came here to search for books? Are you teasing us?"

"Hahaha, it seems that there is no distinction between wealth and poverty!"

"Yes, I heard that there is a contractor with a net worth of tens of millions who likes to buy books at waste stations."

When everyone saw Lin Yi, they all laughed. Of course, there were laughter and greetings, but more were confused smiles.

They didn't understand why a guy like Lin Yi, who had a sudden outbreak, came back here to work hard and search for books. If they were to lie in the air-conditioned house for a long time, they would not be able to automatically suffer.

Lin Yi stepped forward and asked the smoke one by one very kindly. Everyone hurriedly put down the work at hand. The few people who were originally ridiculing him also felt embarrassed.

Lin Yi said: "Don't laugh at me, I am a self-aware person, but I'm just lucky. What should I do? Well, everyone is my senior, and I still have to learn from you."

A millionaire said this to these poor people without any slightest despising you, and it can't help but benefit many people.

Although there are many millionaires now, not as rare and precious as before, Lin Yi's modest and cautious attitude has won everyone's favor.

Dong Yanjing and Lin Yi have always had a little closer relationship. They also feel that these days they have always been sarcastic and jealous of others. In addition, they smoked their good cigarettes, so they politely said: "Lin Yi, come to my side. I have some good books here, so everyone can choose them together."

Everyone also greeted Lin Yi. There are many old books here today, and with his luck, he can find a treasure again.

Seeing that everyone was so enthusiastic about Lin Yi, Wang Heizi was the one who was most unhappy.

Wang Heizi and his wife, Sister Hong, spent most of the day in the same pile of waste products as the mountain, and they also gained the most. They were in a good mood, but when they saw Lin Yi, they remembered the two boxes of "The Legend of Condor Heroes" he had lost.

To be honest, Wang Heizi, who has always been afraid of his wife, even fought with his wife, Sister Hong. He hated that Sister Hong had instigated him to sell the book, and Sister Hong was not easy to mess with, and directly grabbed two tricks on his face. Afterwards, Wang Heizi told people that the scar was scratched by a cat.

This is quite small, and what Wang Heizi couldn't stand the most was that afterwards, Sister Hong didn't have sex with him for two weeks, so she didn't turn her face when she got into bed and gave him a back. In the end, Wang Heizi had to beg for mercy, and then he was forced to take the initiative to satisfy his wife. This was the solution to the couple's cold war.

Because of this, Wang Heizi was so angry that he saw Lin Yi, so he started to laugh and said, "Is it that easy to pick up treasures? Do you think it's just to eat with chopsticks, and say (full) treasures are just treasures; people should pay attention to luck. I think Brother Lin's luck has been used almost in the Temple of Wealth. Nothing to mention this waste station. If he is really lucky to find the treasures, I, Wang Heizi, will write his surname upside down!"

Sister Hong also helped her husband, "That's it! Do you think he really has a golden eye and can pick up treasures anytime and anywhere? The one with golden eye is Sun Wukong! Do you know that Sun Wukong is that only Sun Wukong has such ability? I think Brother Lin wants to master this unique skill unless he becomes a monkey, hahaha!" After saying that, he laughed first.

When people saw that the couple spoke too badly, they were both sarcastic and ridiculous, and thought Lin Yi would lose his temper. Unexpectedly, Lin Yi just smiled at this and said, "Brother Wang is right. No one can tell the truth about luck. Besides, I am really not Sun Wukong, nor do I have the ability to be keen eyes. Everyone praises me for my love for me... I rely on luck to pick up treasures. I just hope that my luck will continue to improve. Of course, I also hope that everyone has such good luck. Let's work together!"

After Lin Yi finished speaking, he started to act on the pile of waste paper. Seeing this, others began to continue to search for books. Everyone hoped that the God of Luck could take care of himself today. Not to mention too many, at least they could pick up some used books that were sold for money. After all, they had been busy for most of the day.

"Spit, what you say is better than singing!" Wang Heizi spat, and Sister Hong blinked a pair of natural squinted eyes and said, "Original, what if that kid finds treasure again, you won't really write your surname upside down, right?"

"Damn, you silly woman, the word "Wang" is not the word "Wang" upside down? But if this kid really wants to find a treasure again, I would rather call him his father!" In Wang Heizi's opinion, Lin Yi absolutely has no chance of picking up treasures again. He would not believe it if he beat him to death!

...

Above head, the hot sun exposed the huge waste paper mountain roasting.

Invisible heat evaporates from the waste paper pile, forming a cage-like heat that is unbearable.

Although Lin Yi was able to endure hardships, he could not stand such hot weather. He wanted to rely on his keen sense of smell, but found that doing so would be a living suffering.

This is a waste purchase station, full of all kinds of unpleasant smells, the moldy smell of newspapers, the dirty and damp smell, and the foul air rolling in the steaming heat, filling the nose and expanding hundreds of times, making Lin Yi feel nauseous.

At this moment, he understood why so many people had to wear masks, but unfortunately he was not prepared enough.

Lin Yi covered his nose with one hand and tried not to smell these unpleasant smells. He relied on Taoshu notes and some knowledge he saw in books and talks. He tried to search carefully and check to see if there were any fish that missed the net while picking up the people in the meticulously like a net.

Looking at Lin Yi's appearance of looking for old books with his nose covered, Wang Heizi sneered even more. Young people, they just can't bear the bitterness and can't even stand the smell of the scrap station. What else can you do?

Wang Heizi didn't know that Lin Yi was a hundred times more sensitive than ordinary people's sense of smell, which was a super unpleasant aura of waste stations. It would be a disaster like a century, and no one could stand it.

Lin Yi was sweating profusely, sweating profusely. He looked up at the sky. The sun was still so hot and so cool, and he had no intention of pity for others. He looked at the others again, and most of them still gave up, hiding in the shade while whispering while smoking a cigarette. After all, it was so difficult to find good things in this mountain-like pile of old books.

Only Wang Heizi and Dong Jingjing's old fried dough sticks still worked tirelessly to hold the ultra-thin blade, quickly cut a hole, and put his hand in it, like going deep into the belly of a cow, grabbing out all internal organs, and picking up sacks of old books.

Lin Yi envied these people's blades. He didn't prepare them. The sacks were tied too tightly. Lin Yi tried to untie a few, but it took a long time to do so. He had no choice but to give up the bags of old books and instead find some books scattered on the pile of waste paper.

Now Lin Yi likes to read notes on Taoshu, and some books such as book talk. These books basically explain the value of some old books, and these have become references to Lin Yitao's old books. Not to mention, on the pile of old books, his efforts have really gained a little bit. At least, he has found a few books.

The first book, 1993 edition, Chengdu Science and Technology Press's "A Gathering of Contemporary Traditional Chinese Medicine's Skills: Seeking Medical Solutions" has 182 pages, 300 copies of the print volume. The Taoshu notes record that this kind of book was bought at the old book stall for 2 yuan and can be sold for 90 yuan.

The second book is "A Preliminary Study on Modern Novel Skills" in 1981, which has a print volume of 3,000 copies. The used book stall sells for 3 yuan, but it can actually sell for 130 yuan. Why? Because the author of this book is the first Chinese Nobel Prize winner, not Mo Yan. In terms of calculation, Mo Yan can only be the second to win the Chinese Nobel Prize in Literature.

The third book, the 1980 edition of "Wang Guan Seal Tutorial" published by the Shanghai Calligraphy and Painting Club, has a print volume of 12,000 copies. It is sold at the book stall for 5 to 8 yuan, up to 10 yuan, and can actually be sold for 80 yuan. Books such as printing maps have always been very small in print volume, and belong to the category of art majors and are sought after by many art workers.

The fourth book is the first version of "Li Runjie's Selected QuickBo" by the People's Literature Publishing House in 1963. It contains fewer Quyi books, including "Flame Mountain" and "Wang Qi Learning Arts". Things that cost 5 yuan on the book stall can actually be sold for 50 yuan. Now Guo Degang is popular, and traditional storytelling, quickBo, and rap art have become hot cakes. Many old tancies can be sold at high prices, and quickBo, of course, is no exception.

The fifth book is the thin one, the mimeographed version of "Selected Test Prescriptions in the 1960s" was printed by the Nandu Revolutionary Committee. It can actually be sold for 70 yuan on street stalls. Especially in the recent 1950s and 1960s, the proven formulas are being hotly hyped, and many mimeographs and lead printed copies have risen in value, which is a trend of becoming a dark horse in the old book market.

The sixth book, "The Wasteland" written by Tan Fucheng, a writer Publishing House in 1992, has only 4,200 volumes printed. It is one of the literary new stars series, and it is a lack of books. It is difficult to collect this series now, and the lack of books is very valuable. Especially this book "The Wasteland", it is said that the book "Wolf Totem" that became popular a few years ago was a copy of this book, so it can be sold for at least 80 yuan on the market.

The six books can be sold for more than 500 yuan in total. Lin Yi thought it was very good, at least it was not in vain. So he was about to stop, settle the score, and leave.

...

Seeing that Lin Yi was busy with old books for most of the day, he had only found six books in total. He said that he was less than two pounds, and the owner of the waste station couldn't help but shake his head. He was not a good customer. He only earned 9.50 cents in total, including capital and profit.

The others couldn't help laughing, and Wang Heizi even put down his work, stepped on a gray-green sack with one foot, and said arrogantly: "Brother Lin, why don't you buy it anymore? Do you think the weather is too hot or because you can't find good things? There is no way, this industry is to work hard, and luck alone is not enough... Besides, I said a long time ago, if you can pick up treasures here, my name will be written backwards!" Being able to laugh at this guy who has made millions unscrupulously is a very pleasant thing for Wang Heizi.

Lin Yi, who was paying for the bill, stopped. He looked back at Wang Heizi who was smugly laughing at him, then wiped his nose casually, and a light flashed in his eyes inadvertently, and then smiled and said, "That's right, it's really unreasonable to come here from afar and pick up only a few books... Why not just have another sack, the bag under your feet."

Wang Heizi was stunned and kicked the sack he was stepping on. This was what he was about to break open and see, but it was good to be able to hack this silly boy. "Why, don't you open it and see?"

"No need, it only costs two yuan if you don't open a pound, but it costs five yuan if you open it." Lin Yi said with a philosophical smile.

Stupid, you bought a sack of waste paper before you talk about it!

"I've given it to you, do you want to carry it for you?" Wang Heizi asked deliberately.

"Thank you."

Wang Heizi carried the carriage. The grass was quite heavy. It looked like it was ten pounds, and it cost about 200 yuan. If a sack was full of waste paper, I think you guys would have to show off.

The weighing was 120 kilograms in total, totaling 240 yuan.

Scale and pay the bill.

Then the stuff in this big sack is Lin Yi’s.

Wang Heizi didn't want Lin Yi to leave like this. The joke was not over yet, so he started to cheer: "Brother Lin, use the blade to break it open and see if he bought a sack of treasures!"

His wife, Sister Hong, also urged: "Isn't it afraid, or I'm just embarrassed and afraid of embarrassing people."

Although Dong Yanjing and others disdained the couple's character, they were also very curious. They didn't know what Lin Yi bought in the last time. Logically, it must be a lot of waste paper. Alas, this silly boy, I really think that the goddess of luck is your mother.

Lin Yi still looked smiling, not angry at all. He smiled and said to Wang Heizi: "That's good, Brother Wang, I'll lend you a blade."

Wang Heizi gave him the blade.

Lin Yi looked at the sack of things he bought, then looked at the half-waisted place and cut it down very casually.

But with a "slam" sound, a lot of antique thread-bound books rolled out from the sack---

"Diamond Sutra", "Prajna Miscellaneous Sutra", "Ten Thousand Buddhas", "Cause and Effect Sutra", "Amitabha Buddha Sutra"...

All are ancient Buddhist scriptures, all over the ground.

At first glance, there are at least more than 300 books.
Chapter completed!