Chapter 27 Profits on

Looking at this dilapidated place, Ye Dongping regretted it a little. If he had known that the county was such an environment, he might as well take Ye Tian back to Beijing. No matter what, there was also an old house left by his father.

And some time ago, Ye Tian also wrote to his classmates to inquire that the educated youths who used to stay in various places can return to Beijing to apply for household registration, but the state no longer helps to allocate work.

Ye Dongping is not very worried about this. Anyway, he has studied in Tsinghua mechanical major for several years. Even if he has not been exposed to relevant majors for so many years, can he go to a small factory to be a technician?

Taking another step back, the hardships of these years are not in vain. Ye Dongping is no longer the weak student in those years. With this strength, he went back to Beijing to be a master of the board, which can also feed Ye Tian.

Seeing that Ye Dongping's face was not very good-looking, he leaned over, looked left and right, lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Ye, don't think this is a waste acquisition station, you can make a lot of money, and... you can also do antique business..."

"What are you doing sneaky? In this shabby place, no one came shouting at the top of the voice..."

Ye Dongping couldn't stand the smell of smoke and pushed him out. He asked with some disbelief, "Can you make money by collecting rags? Can you still do antique business when Uncle Ye is a child?

In Ye Dongping's impression, the time-honored antique shops in Beijing are all ancient buildings with green bricks and red tiles, carved beams and paintings. After entering, the sound of the kites is around the ears, and the environment is elegant. How can it be like here?

"Uncle Ye, don't believe it. I've been working for half a month. Do you know how much money I've made?"

Seeing that Ye Dongping didn't believe it, Feng's voice also became louder. He excitedly took out the key from his waist and opened the door of the acquisition station. After greeting Ye Dongping and his son to go in, he took out an account book and said, "Uncle Ye, look at it yourself. I'm not a big talk

"What kind of mess do you remember?" Ye Dongping opened the account book and suddenly felt a little big.

On this paper that should be a children's homework book, there are dense fonts and various numbers written crookedly, "Red one hundred and forty-eight catties, west thirty-five catties, book material five hundred and fifty-five catties, iron three hundred and forty-two catties..."

When Ye Dongping saw the summary at the bottom of the account book, he couldn't figure it out. He pulled the seal to his side, pointed to the words on it and asked, "Fengzi, is red copper, right? But what the hell is this? And this... book material, it's plastic, right?

Feng Kuang scratched his head and nodded and said, "Yes, it's red copper. Well, that's plastic, and the west is the west. Uncle Ye, don't you know?"

"Nonsense, what about the east? How can there be such a metal as the West?" Ye Dongping was speechless, "Do you still want to make money at this level? I can't even do the account. It's good not to lose the old money.

A little aggrievedly, he pulled out a kettle from the corner of the room and handed it to Ye Dongping and said, "Uncle Ye, that's it. They all said it's called Xi..."

After taking over what was handed over by the seal, Ye Dongping saw that it was a tin pot. He couldn't help crying and laughing and said, "This...this, this is called tin, but it's not the west of the southeast and northwest..."

"Isn't it over if you call Xi? No matter what it is, Uncle Ye, look, I have earned more than 280 yuan in the past half a month..."

Feng Kuang was not interested in how to write the word "West". After Ye Dongping finished speaking, he pointed his finger at the bottom number and motioned Ye Dongping to see it.

"Three cents per catty of book material, sell four cents and five miles, red with XXX yuan per catty, sell XXX money, iron..."

Ye Dongping didn't care much, but looking at these detailed accounts, his face gradually showed surprise. After a while, he closed the notebook in his hand, looked at the situation, and asked, "Fengzi, are you right about these prices? Is the price of buying and selling really so much?

Ye Dongping was not surprised. In any case, he never thought that a few cents of this catty could make such a big profit?

Among other things, the plastic costs more than three cents per catty, and the price of resale is half of the acquisition price, which is simply a huge profit.

"Uncle Ye, you... What do you mean?"

The situation didn't understand Ye Dongping's meaning. He thought that Ye Dongping said that he made money from it. He quickly said, "Do I dare to lie to you? What kind of big shareholder are you? If I lied to you, my uncle won't kill me?"

Feng Kuang is a person who can bear hardships. Although he is not well educated, he knows that if he wants to gain a foothold in the city, he must be able to suffer what the people in the city can't.

So in the past half of the month, he pulled a cart to get up early and walk around the streets in the dark, and almost ran the whole county. Now the yard and the things in the house are all sold by him to the state-owned acquisition station.

"Is this true?" After hearing Feng's words, Ye Dongping fell into meditation, and his shocked expression had not faded.

You know, last year, the annual per capita income of those workers in the county was only more than 900 yuan, that is to say, most people only earn dozens of yuan a month.

Even in Beijing, last year's per capita income was only more than 2,000 yuan, less than 200 yuan a month. For example, in those provinces of Hebei and Henan, the per capita income is not even 700 yuan per year, at most 500 or 600 yuan.

That is Ye Dongping's old classmate who teaches in college. He counts everything a month, and it's only one hundred and sixty yuan. Listening to him, the monthly salary of their dean is about 180 yuan.

Ye Dongping can't imagine that this rag collector, who is usually despised, earns more money in half a month than the professors who teach in colleges and universities. This strong contrast makes Ye Dongping a little unacceptable for a while.

"Uncle Ye, here, this is the 1,000 yuan you started to give me. More than 200 yuan is earned by us. My uncle said he would take care of all the money for you, and I can leave it to you..."

Seeing that Ye Dongping didn't say anything, he took out a plastic bag from an inconspicuous broken sack in the corner of the wall, which was full of a few cents of tickets, and many one-cent and five-cent coins,

Holding the real gold and silver in both hands, Ye Dongping finally reacted. At present, he couldn't care about the dust of the room. He went to the table and opened the exercise book and wrote down the account on it.

"What is here? What's the number?" While asking about the sealing situation, Ye Dongping re-draw the grid to make the account book.

Although he did not graduate from the accounting major, this simple entry and exit account was still not difficult for Ye Dongping. The sealed account, which was drawn like a heavenly book, soon became clear in Ye Dongping's hands.

After cleaning up the accounts, Ye Dongping asked, "Fengzi, how much is the monthly contract fee of this acquisition station?"

"You have to give them 60 yuan a month..."

It seemed that Ye Dongping was afraid that there would be too much. Feng said, "These 60 yuan includes water and electricity bills, which are all paid by them..."

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