Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 76: Second-hand Goods Distribution Center

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The area of "Viking Fighting" is not small, but the structure is very simple. The boxing ring, wrestling ring and octagonal cage are lined up in the center and are the main facilities.

It’s just that the octagonal cage is a bit crude, and it feels like it was built by yourself using hemp rope net, which adds a bit of humor.

There were about ten people in total, most of them were teenagers, about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Unlike the atmosphere in movies and TV shows where there are tough guys everywhere and the lights are dark like Batman's lair, the main way for such places to make money in reality is to sell courses.

Compared with adults, teenagers are obviously more easily fooled, or their parents are fooled. They are all skinny and weak, and they are brought in just to make some money for tuition.

Fan Junwei was being beaten by a boy who was about 15 or 16 years old and much shorter and thinner than him.

The huge body was wearing protective gear, and one hand was holding up a sponge board. Zhai Da really didn't know what this thing was called. The boy used his hands and feet, kicking and punching. It was unknown how powerful it was, but the "bang bang" sound still made Fan Junwei look a little embarrassed.

Zhai Da stood there in shock, but soon someone came over and said, "Hello, do you want to learn boxing?"

"Well, let's take a look first."

"Shall I show you around?"

Zhai Da pointed at Fan Junwei and asked, "What are you practicing?"

"Mixed martial arts requires a certain foundation."

As he was speaking, the young man suddenly kicked him straight on. Maybe it was unplanned, but Fan Junwei was kicked in the hip without any preparation. A look of pain appeared on his fat face, and he took a few steps back.

Zhai Da's brows were already furrowed, but the staff beside him was still introducing: "We have professional coaches and sparring partners, many of whom have won gold belts in the city."

Zhai Da sneered. Qianshi's gold belt didn't even have any iron content, let alone gold content.

"Is that big guy a sparring partner? Are you sure he's a professional sparring partner?"

The other party immediately responded: "Of course, he is our gold medal sparring partner. Look at his physique, he was born to do this job."

He was a little absent-minded as he said, "Look at his arm span and skeleton. I envy his talent."

Fan Junwei's work seemed not to be finished yet, and Zhai Da stared for a while.

Then he said according to the original plan: "I came here just to experience fighting. Can you arrange someone to spar with me?"

I don't know if this guy is a salesperson or a coach, but he looks pretty strong. He laughed dryly with his square face:
"I'm afraid this is against the rules. We can't arrange for beginners to go straight into the ring. It's too dangerous."

"I agree with you, so you can be gentler."

"It has nothing to do with severity. This is a matter of principle."

Zhai Da snapped his fingers, and a hundred-dollar bill appeared at his fingertips.

"I'll give you 100 yuan. Just a few minutes for me to try."

The offer isn’t high, but the cash packs a bigger punch.

The other party looked around, no one was paying attention here, and the boss was not there.
Grab the banknotes:
"No problem in principle. I'll get you a pair of gloves."

In 08, 100 yuan was not a small amount. The tuition fee for a class here was only 900 yuan.
Twenty minutes later, Fan Junwei finished his sparring work and limped off the ring.

It's not pleasant to be kicked without any defense. My hip still hurts now.

Then he saw Zhai Da, who was also limping.

Zhai Da walked with a hissing sound, and when he saw that Fan Junwei was in the same pattern as him, he smiled bitterly:
"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

Fan Junwei was confused: "Why are you here? No, what happened to your leg?"

Zhai Da laughed dryly: "I wanted to do a roundhouse kick, but my hips got pulled."

Behind the two men, the salesperson looked speechless.

I hit you very gently, but I can't help but let you get hurt!
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Opposite the Viking Fighting, in a Sichuan stir-fry restaurant.

The floor is covered with grease, the boss is shabby, there are two waiters, one fat and one ugly, and the signature dish is dry-pot bullfrog.

Zhai Da ordered a few main dishes, including dry-pot bullfrog, boiled fish, Dongpo pork elbow, and Lao Ma’s pig’s trotter, and then ordered a whole bowl of rice on the side and a large bottle of Coke.

He knew that Fan Junwei had a big appetite and the nickname "Meat Mountain" was not given casually. If he ordered too little, he was afraid he would not be able to eat enough.

For Zhai Da, who has more than 10,000 yuan in savings and will continue to receive it, this is just an ordinary meal. The dishes in the small restaurant are cheap, and four main dishes only cost 70 or 80 yuan.

But for Fan Junwei, letting Zhai Da spend money made him feel very embarrassed and even a little helpless. Some people are so poor that they are shameless, while others are so poor that they are as shameless as paper.

"Zhai Da, you ordered too much. Please return two."

"It's not much. Eat as much as you want. If it's not enough, add more."

While pouring Coke, Zhai Da checked the progress of the task. Currently, the special effect of [Nerd Glasses Cloth] has "exploded" and the progress has reached (1/10).

In other words, the system recognized that he lost in the hand-to-hand combat.

It was simpler than expected, the system didn't go crazy and let him fight in a real boxing match, it just hurt a little bit because his hips were pulled.

What a pity! If I hadn’t been injured, I might have been able to complete the full progress today.

Zhai Da handed a plastic cup filled with Coke to Fan Junwei and said, "You said you were looking for a job, and this is where you found it?"

Fan Junwei pursed his lips and chose to answer first instead of drinking: "The salary here is high, and they can accept my current scattered schedule. I have classes during the day, and if I come here for evening self-study, it happens to be their peak period for courses, plus weekends like today..."

"Other places give very little to people like me with sporadic schedules."

Zhai Da supported his cheek with one hand and tilted his head and asked, "The salary is high? How high?"

"15 for one hour."

Zhai Da cursed: "Fuck, you're getting paid for your work at the boxing gym! Fifteen hours of work to get beaten? You might as well go to a construction site and move bricks!"

Fan Junwei shook his head and said, "No, I asked around. The construction site provides a meal for 50 yuan a day. After all, I don't know anything, and my salary is not higher than that of a sparring partner. Besides, people don't want people like me who only go there after school every day. They have already finished work."

He smiled with satisfaction on his chubby face: "It's not bad. My grandma's salary is only a little over four dollars an hour, 700 a month."

700 is the minimum wage in the three categories of areas in the bulk province. In theory, the minimum wage for sanitation workers in all places is the same, because if it is higher, someone will come to grab the job.
Of course, sanitation workers have social security, they receive some humanitarian benefits during festivals, and they pick up waste on weekdays. The overall level is higher than the numbers on paper.

But it is still difficult to support two people, one of whom is a high school student with a huge appetite. In addition, the work intensity of sanitation workers is not small, and the working hours are long. In fact, the hourly wage is not even enough for four yuan.
No wonder Hu Fan Junwei is anxious to work and earn money.

At this time, the fat waitress brought the dishes. Each dish exuded an enticing aroma, and Fan Junwei couldn't take his eyes off them.

He is really hungry.

When the fat waiter turned around, the wretched boss actually touched him, and Zhai Da had a wonderful expression.

You're really hungry too.
"Eat, eat, eat, and talk while you eat."

During the meal, Fan Junwei was obviously restrained. He picked green peppers to eat with the dry-pot bullfrog and mixed ginger paste with the rice for the Dongpo pork elbow. Finally, Zhai Da couldn't stand it anymore and directly dumped his rice into the Dongpo pork elbow plate.

Then push the whole thing to him.

As Fan Junwei was eating, he began to sniff his nose and buried his head, not raising it for a long time.

Zhai Da didn't say anything and just kept eating. You know what, the bullfrog is really good.

Is it because the boss looks like a bullfrog?

After Fan Junwei recovered for a while, Zhai Da started chatting with him:
"I'm curious, is there a second-hand recycling station in Dongyang County? The kind where all the junk is piled together."

He had tried to find it a long time ago. Someone pointed out a place, and he went there and found only piles of cardboard boxes.

Later, I caught up with a second-hand appliance dealer on the street and asked him about it. I learned that after collecting the items, they would basically send them immediately to other places to factories with the ability to recycle, process and disassemble them.

In the early years, some people collected cabinets, chairs and other miscellaneous items, but now they collect TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, VCDs, etc.
Simply put, only things that can be plugged in are valuable. No one wants things that don't plug in, and there is no such thing as "pile up". Every two days, there are people in the factory going around collecting their "offline" things.

Zhai Da was somewhat interested in the so-called factory, but he didn't have time to go far for the time being. It was said that the distribution center was in the suburbs of Qian City.

But this is not very reasonable. There must be non-electronic garbage in Dongyang County, and there must be someone to collect it. Fan Junwei's grandmother is a cleaner and may have some understanding of it.

"What kind of second-hand recycling station is it? Each station has different functions. Some only accept iron, some only accept paper and plastic."

It seems that the other party really understands something.

"I want a complete collection of old things. I have a habit of collecting old things."

He added a personality to himself.

It was just a casual question, but I didn't expect Fan Junwei to give an accurate answer.

"There is a yard behind our dormitory, which is full of various old things."

　Good night, sweet dreams.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)