Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Joins the Army, Presses an AK-47 with One Hand

Liu Guangtian started collecting scrap at 10:00 AM and continued until the afternoon. His tricycle was already loaded with a lot of things. There weren't many scrap collectors in the entire 49 city at the moment. Collecting was like picking up money, like the Scrap Collector Hou. Don't underestimate scrap collecting. It's a dirty job, but it can really make you rich. You can make a fortune quietly. Just imagine, even if the Scrap Collector Hou used money to collect so many antiques and didn't sell a single one, he could still accumulate a lot of wealth by simply reselling scrap metal. He still had enough money to support his family and accumulated a lot of wealth by collecting antiques.

Collecting scrap is incredibly lucrative.

Any time.

Don't look down on people who collect scrap.

"Collecting scrap!"

"Collecting scrap!"

Liu Guangtian wasn't stupid. He graduated from junior high school and could still do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. During the process of collecting scrap, he had already calculated the price of collecting scrap and the price of selling it to the recycling station. The difference was quite significant. He realized that collecting scrap was a high-income job and understood He Yuzhu's good intentions even more.

He could no longer question He Yuzhu.

"Collecting scrap!"

Liu Guangtian shouted at the top of his lungs.

He was determined to follow He Yuzhu's instructions completely.

There is no room for doubt.

Listen to him, you won't go wrong.

Fortunately, I managed to hold on and did not refuse He Yuzhu's request to collect scrap.

Oops.

Really fragrant.

"Young man."

"Stop for a minute, I have some junk here."

When Liu Guangtian arrived in Xicheng District on his tricycle, an old woman came out of her house and called out to him.

Liu Guangtian immediately made a U-turn.

"aunt."

"Do you want to sell junk?"

Liu Guangtian asked politely.

"of course."

“We have a lot of junk at home. Why don’t you come with me? I’m old and can’t carry so much stuff by myself,” the old woman said.

"it is good."

Liu Guangtian nodded.

Liu Guangtian followed the woman, who was about 50 years old, to her courtyard house. The courtyard was piled with old clothes, broken shoes, several incense burners, a string of copper coins, and some scraps of iron. It was clear that the woman had tidied up in advance and was going to get rid of all the junk today.

The old lady was dressed neatly and cleanly.

Very respectable.

They were definitely not poor.

At the very least, they will have enough to eat and warm, and won't go hungry.

"Oh, there's another string of copper coins," Liu Guangtian said after seeing the coins.

Copper coins are not rare items.

But copper coins are a good thing.

Many people used to place copper coins on the roof beams or similar items.

It has many uses.

The old woman said, "There's no use keeping these copper coins. My family used to have four strings of copper coins, but the children used three strings as darts. I'd better sell this string quickly, or it will be thrown away again."

The old woman smiled kindly. The children's smiles were undoubtedly so innocent and carefree when they threw darts. She thought of the children's smiles when she said this.

As you get older.

I love seeing children.

It's a feeling of cyclical repetition, of the old and the new alternating.

Whether the children throw it away or not, the old lady isn't actually angry.

Liu Guangtian nodded.

"Alright, I'll calculate the price of all these items for you."

"Don't worry, this is my first day collecting scrap metal today, and I promise I will never shortchange you. You can use your own scale; I will pay you exactly what you owe."

Liu Guangtian said.

"The young man is quite principled."

"You can use your scale."

"That's what the old lady said."

Liu Guangtian began to calculate.

“This incense burner is made of copper or iron,” Liu Guangtian asked the old woman.

"It's made of copper," the old woman replied.

Liu Guangtian weighed it in his hand; it was about the weight of copper, and he could even smell the coppery odor.

“It is indeed copper. I will weigh the furnace and the copper coins together.”

Liu Guangtian said.

The old woman nodded.

Liu Guangtian then included the clothes and old shoes.

Throughout the entire process, Liu Guangtian calculated every single penny in front of the old lady.

No fake news.

They're not afraid of getting caught.

Liu Guangtian gave the old lady about 15,000 yuan.

Upon seeing the 15,000 yuan, the old lady beamed with joy. This amount of money was enough to buy 15 jin of flour, which would be enough for her family to eat for many days.

"Young man, you're so young and you're already collecting scraps. You've saved yourself more than a decade of hardship compared to many others," the old woman jokingly said to Liu Guangtian.

"good."

Liu Guangtian said.

“Auntie, from now on I’ll be able to come here almost every day, or every few days. If you have any scraps, sell them to me.” Liu Guangtian said.

This kid is a prodigy.

They actually know how to attract and retain existing users.

Develop private domain traffic.

"I find chatting with you quite pleasant, and you're efficient and decisive. Okay, from now on, if I need any junk, I'll definitely come to you," the old woman said with a smile.

Liu Guangtian started loading the things onto his tricycle and then left.

Make another profit.

Liu Guangtian will really make a lot of money from the old lady this time.

Today's entire scrap collection business was incredibly profitable.

It's more than what I earned working in the factory before.

He thought to himself that because Liu Haizhong had committed a crime, he had been fired from his job. Now it seemed that this was actually a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, he would not have had the chance to meet He Yuzhu or collect scrap.

Every time Liu Guangtian collected scrap, he felt deeply grateful to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu is closer to him than his own father.

That's because they really spoiled him.

The grace of rebirth.

"Scrap collector!" Liu Guangtian continued shouting, shaking his rattle drum. In those days, scrap collectors relied entirely on shouting and using the rattle drum. As long as the rattle drum was shaken, it was the signature sound of scrap collectors.

Every time the tricycle reaches a fork in the road, it must shake a rattle drum to let people know that the scrap collector has arrived.

"Collecting scrap."

"Collecting scrap."

While Liu Guangtian was collecting scrap, he happened to run into a man in his forties. That man was Scraps Hou. Scraps Hou looked a bit like Yan Bugui, and was as thin as a monkey. He also rode a tricycle to collect scrap.

The ragpicker looked at Liu Guangtian, who was so young, and was slightly surprised that he was already collecting junk. However, he didn't pay any attention to it. After all, this city of Beijing wasn't his. Whoever wanted to collect junk could collect junk, and no one could interfere.

However, the ragpicker had a sharp eye and noticed three small incense burners on Liu Guangtian's tricycle. They were all Xuande burners from the Ming Dynasty, and two of them even had inscriptions. All three were very well preserved and were extremely valuable, definitely top-tier treasures among Xuande burners.

Moreover, the styles are different; some have elephant feet, and some have animal ears.

They are all top-notch products.

"Hey junk collector, I happen to be short three incense burners. I like burning incense. Could you give me these three incense burners?" the junk collector said to Liu Guangtian.

The shrewd Mr. Hou knew he couldn't say, "This is a Xuande incense burner. If I buy it, then who will sell it to me?"

He used his fondness for burning incense and worshipping Buddha as an excuse to ask for the incense burner, which made things much more natural.

Liu Guangtian: "How much are you planning to pay?"

"The Scrapped Marquis: 'Thirty thousand, how about that? That's several times higher than the price of copper. You've hit the jackpot by running into me, kid. I just happen to need an incense burner, and these three of yours are pretty nicely designed, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have bought them.'"

Chapter 203 Going to the Beijing Automobile Factory

Liu Guangtian pulled the brake lever and looked at the ragpicker. He hadn't expected anyone to pay 30,000 yuan for three broken incense burners. He had only spent a few thousand yuan to acquire them, which was equivalent to a few cents a few years later. If he sold them to the ragpicker, he could instantly earn tens of thousands of yuan today. Adding that to what he had earned before, he could earn 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a day. If he did this every day, he could earn almost 1 million yuan a month.

Even if you collect a lot of things today, and there's an element of luck involved, as long as you can earn an average of 20,000 yuan per day from now on, that's an unimaginable number, and you could earn 600,000 yuan a month.

Goodness, that's more than my dad earns.

No, he earns more than his father used to.