The Waste Doorway

Author: half west wind half sand

The Waste Doorway

The main thing for collecting scraps is that you have a flexible mind, can do calculations, and can endure hardships. Ning Caiyun is not here at this stage, and everything is normal at the scrap collection station. There is a fly in the ointment, and now there is not enough scrap.

Yuan Dingcheng has begun to purchase waste products from other factories. Plastic bottles and other items are directly put into the kneader to be crushed, and then remade into particles.

Then it was put back into production, and better made into beverage bottles, and sold to beverage factories in Hebei.

I almost made various buckets, plastic bags, and various shells.

Even worse, there are plastic steel windows and various brackets, which are consumables.

The worst thing is the various plugs, which are used most in mechanical equipment and are used for blocking by spray paint, which are very cheap.

Glass is the simplest. Good glass bottles are cleaned and sold to breweries.

The ones that are almost separated by color are directly crushed and sent to the glass wool factory. After a certain period of time, the glass production line is put into production, and it is a good material for building glass.

Metal is simpler, and now countless metals are recast every day in the foundry.

The reducer housing alone is used in tons every day. With this group of people here, the amount of waste can be guaranteed first.

Ji Donghuan came here with a group of people on the third day and brought a lot of local specialties to Ji Donglai.

"It's too difficult to come here from the east. When we get off the train, everyone wears white coats. It's okay over there, but we can't even go back here. My mother..."

After getting off the commercial bus, Ji Donghuan and others complained that the bus going south was still overcrowded. It was okay for a few people to get off at SJZ, but basically they couldn't get off at Capital Station.

"This is Zhang Yu. He worked with me a year ago. Now he is his own boss. In the next and short period of time, Zhang Yu will train you guys to do waste collection. Remember, you must calm down and do it.

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The cement tile factory has now begun to grow in scale. Zhang Yu has found a group of people, and now he basically stops working.

In order to make extra money, Zhang Yu set up a scrap stall next to his cement tile factory. During this period, Ji Donglai often delivered goods to Ji Donglai. Occasionally, he would also drive to collect scraps.

As his subordinate with a little effort, Ji Donglai handed Ji Donghuan directly to the other party. The tricycle was welded by Yiyuan Manufacturing and Repair Shop.

No one is more familiar with the route than Zhang Yu. In order to sell cement tiles, Zhang Yu visited almost all major towns in Hebei.

"I won't talk nonsense. I will take you with me for a month. After a month, you can run on your own. Will you make money from scraps? Is it hard to make money? It's hard! But for the money, it's worth the hard work. Or you can go back home and farm."

"My Zhang Yu family is also farming. Now I own the scrap collection station and the cement tile factory in the back. Mr. Ji helped me, and I will take care of you. After a month, we will remember our destiny."

"Those who can't bear the hard work deserve to be poor. How about entering a factory? If you want, I won't stop you."

After simply having a meal with a few people, Ji Donglai completely threw a few people to Zhang Yu, who would naturally take them to his home purchasing station.

On the first day, Ji Donghuan and his gang followed Zhang Yu on tricycles in the streets and alleys of Dacheng County. Even though it was during the epidemic, they all knew Zhang Yu, wore masks, and he carried certificates everywhere.

From needles and threads to porcelain, Zhang Yu collects them all.

"Brother Zhang, who are you selling this porcelain to?"

Looking at the pile of bottles and cans that Zhang Yu took back, Ji Donghuan was a little curious.

"Pan Jiayuan, there are many people over there who are interested in these things. People from other places or foreign countries will treasure these things. They are more valuable than metal. Remember, we accept all kinds of goods. Don't pay high prices."

"Anyone who can sell us goods doesn't think of it as a good thing. It's all junk. I'll sort out the books, new or old, and let your brother know. He'll need them!"

"The rest of the plastic sheets and leather shoe soles are all needed! We are shameless in this business, we wear masks, and we often go to the garbage dump. Many people just throw it into it. That's money, and things that don't cost money are the most profitable."

For Ji Donghuan's group, Zhang Yu taught him step by step. Most of them could learn attentively, but a few of them clamored to go home after only working for one day.

"I don't even care about this stuff at home. I don't want to do it! I can't make much money in a month. Why do I think I'm a big boss? What's the point of doing this?"

"Even so, I won't do it either. It's worse than mining. I won't do it!"

On the first day, while eating, three people made it clear that they did not want to do this and would buy tickets to go home tomorrow.

Zhang Yu saw it and turned to Ji Donghuan.

"What do you think? Go home and farm, or find Mr. Ji to work in the factory?"

After taking a bite of rice, Zhang Yu glanced at the group of people, and Ji Donghuan smacked his lips vaguely.

"I am losing money farming now. My family's land has been rented out to me. My children need delicious food every day. My elderly family members don't have pensions. If they don't find a way out by doing something, they will suffer from the northwest wind in the future.

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"It's not a big deal to go into the mine. Some of us who went to Hegang were buried in it on the fifth day. Did you know that the wife remarried that day? She took the man's compensation, two hundred thousand!"

"My brother can open a scrap collection station, and so can I. Brother Zhang, please teach me, and I will learn from you. My brother can do such a big business because he is very capable. I want to have a degree, but I don't have a degree. Show me."

I can’t understand the drawings either, it’s just a low entry level.”

"I will work here first. When I have my own scrap station, I will pick up my wife and she will watch over me. Then I will go out and collect the scraps, and I will also collect them at home. It is better than sitting around and having nothing to do."

When you have a wife and children at home, you naturally know how to give up a lot of things.

Although Ji Donghuan was not satisfied with Ji Donglai's arrangements for him to collect scraps, he still had his abilities and responsibilities, so he couldn't allow himself to complain.

And studying with Zhang Yu, Ji Donghuan can always feel that Ji Donglai is improving himself.

"Okay, as long as you have this ambition, don't stop them if they want to leave tomorrow. I will take you to various towns below. I have the contact information of the owners of these scrap collection stations. If you get familiar with them, you can sell their scraps at low prices.

Come and sell it to your brother, and you can make a profit on the price difference."

"You can also collect large portions yourself and put them in the factory, waiting for others to buy them, or you can come back and sort them yourself, and sell them to other factories in the future. Do you know how detailed the classification is in Mr. Ji's scrap station? Take this one, with the angle iron on it

Take it down. Which factory nearby will collect the angle iron? It costs two yuan per pound, but it was only thirty cents when we collected it."

"If you just sell scrap metal, the price for a large pile is 80 cents, and there is a difference of one dollar and twenty cents. Collecting scrap metal is a delicate job. If your brother puts you here with me, I will leave it all to you. Mr. Ji is very kind to me.

Thanks to the kindness of acquaintance, Mr. Ji supported me to open this factory."
Chapter completed!