Chapter 27 Profiteering (Part I)
Looking at this dilapidated place, Ye Dongping felt a little regretful, if he had known that coming to the county was such an environment, he might as well take Ye Tian back to BJ, no matter what he said, there was still an old house left to him by his father.
Moreover, some time ago, Ye Dongping also wrote to his classmates to inquire that the educated youths who were left in various places in the past could return to Beijing to apply for household registration, but the state no longer helped allocate jobs.
Ye Dongping is not very worried about this, no matter how you say it, you have studied in Tsinghua Machinery for several years, even if you have not been exposed to related majors for so many years, but go to a small factory to be a technician head office, right?
Taking a step back, the hardships of these years are not in vain, Ye Dongping is no longer the weak student he was back then, with this strength, he returned to BJ to be a board master, and that would also support Ye Tian.
Seeing that Ye Dongping's face was not very good-looking, Feng Kuang leaned over, glanced left and right, lowered his voice and said: "Uncle Ye, don't look at this scrap purchase station, you can make a lot of money, and ...... You can also do antique business......"
"Why are you sneaky? In this broken place, no one will come even if you shout in your throat......"
Ye Dongping couldn't stand the smell of smoke in the sealed situation, pushed him out, and asked in 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, BJ's time-honored antique shops are all antique buildings with green bricks and red tiles, carved beams and paintings.
"Uncle Ye, don't believe me, I've been working for half a month, do you know how much money I made?"
Seeing that Ye Dongping didn't believe it, Feng Xiang's voice also became louder, and he excitedly took out a key from his waist, opened the door of the acquisition station, and greeted Ye Dongping and his son to enter.
"What kind of mess do you remember?" Ye Dongping opened the ledger and suddenly felt a big head.
On this paper, which should be a children's homework book, there are crooked fonts and various numbers, "Red is 148 pounds, West is 35 pounds, book materials are 555 pounds, and iron is 342 pounds......"
When Ye Dongping saw the summary at the bottom of the ledger, he was even more confused, pulled the seal to his side, pointed to the words on it and asked: "Fengzi, this is red copper, right? But what is this West? And this ...... The book material is plastic, right?"
Feng Kuang scratched his head, nodded and said: "Yes, it's red copper, well, that's plastic, West is West, Uncle Ye, you don't know?"
"Nonsense, what about the east, how can there be a metal like West?" Ye Dongping was speechless, "At this level, you still want to make money? I can't even do the account, so it's good not to lose my old capital."
Feng Xiang was a little aggrieved and took out a kettle from the corner of the room, handed it to Ye Dongping and said: "Uncle Ye, this is it, they all say it's called Xi......"
After taking the things handed over by Feng Xiang, Ye Dongping saw that it was a tin pot, and couldn't help but laugh and cry, and said: "This ...... This is called tin, but it is not the west ...... of the southeast, northwest, and northwest."
"Isn't it over to call Xi, no matter what Xi it is, Uncle Ye, look, I have made more than two hundred and eighty yuan in half a month......"
After Ye Dongping finished speaking, he pointed his finger to the bottom number and motioned for Ye Dongping to look.
"Book materials are three cents a pound, sell for four and a half li, red and XXX yuan a pound, sell XXX money, iron ......"
Ye Dongping didn't care much at first, but looking at the detailed accounts, his face gradually showed a surprised look, and after a long time, he closed the books in his hand, looked at the seal, and asked: "Fengzi, these prices, are you mistaken? Is the price of buying and selling really this much?"
Ye Dongping couldn't help but be surprised, he couldn't have imagined that just this pound of a few cents could make such a big profit?
If nothing else, the plastic is collected for more than three cents a pound, and the price of the resale will be half higher than the purchase price...... This is simply a huge profit.
"Uncle Ye, you...... What do you mean by this?"
He thought that Ye Dongping was saying that he had made money from it, so he quickly said: "Do I dare to lie to you, what kind of big ...... are you? Major shareholder, if I deceive you, my uncle won't kill me?"
Although he is not highly educated, he understands that if he wants to gain a foothold in the city, he must be able to endure hardships that people in the city cannot endure.
So for more than half a month, Feng Kuang pulled a pallet cart to get up early and walk around the streets and households, almost running through the entire county.
"Is this true?" After hearing Feng Kuang's words, Ye Dongping fell into deep thought, and his shocked expression never subsided.
You must know that last year, the annual per capita income of those workers in the county was only more than 900 yuan, which means that most people only have a salary of a few dozen yuan a month.
Even BJ, last year's per capita income was only more than 2,000 yuan, less than 200 yuan a month, and in provinces like Hebei and Henan, the per capita per capita can't even reach 700 yuan a year, at most five or six hundred.
It is Ye Dongping's old classmate who teaches in a university, and everything is counted in a month, which is only one hundred and fifty or sixty yuan, and according to him, the monthly salary of their department head is about one hundred and eighty yuan.
Ye Dongping couldn't imagine that this person who was usually looked down upon by others would earn more money than a professor teaching in a college or university in half a month.
"Uncle Ye, this is the thousand yuan you started giving me, this more than 200 is earned by us, my uncle said that you will take care of the money, I can leave it to you......"
Seeing that Ye Dongping didn't speak, Feng Xiang took out a plastic bag from an inconspicuous broken sack in the corner, which was full of tickets of a few cents, as well as many coins of one cent and five cents.
Holding the real money in both hands, Ye Dongping reacted, and he didn't care about the dust in the room at the moment, so he walked to the table and opened the homework book, and wrote down the account on it.
"What is here? What is this number?" While inquiring about the sealing situation, Ye Dongping re-drawn the grid to make the ledger.
Although he did not graduate from the accounting major, this simple entry and exit account was still not difficult for Ye Dongping.
After clearing the accounts, Ye Dongping asked: "Fengzi, how much is the monthly contract fee for this acquisition station?"
"I have to give them sixty yuan a month......"
seemed to be afraid that Ye Dongping would have too much, so Feng Kuang continued: "These sixty yuan include water and electricity bills, and they are all ......."
(End of this chapter)