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The second brother doesn't have to go there in person when collecting scrap iron. At this time, the site of the city's material recycling company had already been opened in the city. Many southerners went from streets to collect rags and then took them to the material recycling company to sell them, earning a little difference, so Zhang Xingming put his ideas on these people.

My second brother is doing well in society, and he is very good at fighting, and he has surrounded a group of people, so he is now using it.

Let these people find the people who collect rags and tell them that they must sell the scrap iron to them, the price is one cent more than a pound of material recycling companies. As for other glass bottles and waste paper, they can sell them to whom they can, the thing depends entirely on the quantity of the money, and the price rises slowly, and they don’t make any profit.

Zhang Xingming's home is a heavy industrial area. It is impossible to make some ancient paintings from scrap papers and find a single book, so he simply doesn't do that trick. Anyway, collecting scrap iron is just a time difference, and he will not do it once the price of scrap iron rises in two years.

The Guxi Material Recycling Corporation was quite famous back then. The TV series "The King of Bad" filmed by the boss of the company at that time was so popular, and it also made Liu Bei and several other actors famous. However, the boss's ending was not very good, and the material recycling company was also ruined by his successor. This is a story later.

Zhang Xingming remembered that he would go up a little more on his building. There was a large warehouse of a material recycling company, which was like a fortress and had an arc-shaped top. He had been running around many times in his previous life, and was chased by the people of the material company and ran all over the streets.

From that warehouse, the road starts to go uphill, and when you go up, it is called Damiao. Under the road, there is a family on the riverside that specializes in collecting rags. A big yard is piled with all kinds of waste materials like a mountain, and I also make money by this.

Zhang Xingming said to his second brother. The second brother took a few people to see. Sure enough, the family had already started working. The surname was Hou and he was a local farmer. He had no way to survive. He put away the junk and found the right way. At this time, he was already doing a bit too big. His yard was full of scraps and he raised three big dogs.

Zhang Xingming asked his second brother to discuss with his family and asked his family to sell all the scrap iron collected to his second brother, and the price was one cent more than the material company here, so he had to make some money.

At that time, there was no private transportation, so the old Hou family directly transferred the goods to the material company. Now they could earn an extra penny and agreed with the unhappy one.

Zhang Xingming simply asked him to pull the scrap iron directly to the yard he rented here, saving the trouble of falling back and forth. Lao Hou also agreed. Both parties wrote a piece of paper and pressed their handprints, even if the cooperation began.

With so many factories and mines in hand, the scrap iron was packed up quickly, and within a few days the yard was piled up.

After the capital was basically used up, there were more than ten tons of scrap iron saved. Zhang Xingming asked his second brother to go to the city and wanted to sell the scrap iron directly to the material recycling company.

Zhang Xingming's family has more than 30 kilometers of mountain roads from Guanxi City, but there was no long-distance bus at this time, so he could only take the train. It takes more than three hours to travel back and forth, and the ticket is 30 cents.

The second brother went to the city as Zhang Xingming said, and found the material recycling company in the south. He asked. The recycling price of a pound of scrap iron is nine cents, and the collection here is three cents. Adding the extra one to others is four cents. If you earn five cents per pound, you have to transport it yourself.

The big guy loaded more than ten tons of scrap iron into the car, then bought a pack of cigarettes and put them on the floor scale of Jian'an Company next to him (the car or bulk cargo weighs it, buried it underground, the car can be driven directly on and weighed). As soon as the cigarette was handed over, the weight came out, thirteen tons and five hundred and thirty-four kilograms.

Back in the hut, the old man of the second brother counted 4,060 yuan from the black leather bag he carried it to his second brother, patted the second brother on the shoulder and said, "Young man has an idea, do it well. This is much better than going to work."

Zhang Xingming took out a few pieces of money from his second brother's hand, and it cost fifty or sixty yuan. He stuffed it into the person's pocket and said, "It's so far in the middle of winter. Uncle, you can buy a pack of cigarettes and smoke it. Next time we order it in advance and invite you to drink."

The man didn't refuse, and a smile appeared on his face. He touched Zhang Xingming's head and said to his second brother: "You little brother can do things, okay, I'm not polite. This is almost as good as my February salary, so I can buy something for my child.

My surname is Li, so you follow Erzhu to call me "Uncle". From now on, if there is anything wrong with Yigang, you will say a word. If the uncle can't do it, go and ask someone to do it for you."

Zhang Xingming shouted obediently: "Uncle."

Uncle Li smiled and touched Zhang Xingming's head again, then said, "Then I'll go back. It will be hard to leave if it gets dark."
Chapter completed!