Looking at this dilapidated place, Ye Dongping felt a little regretful. If he had known that the environment would be like this in the county town, it would be better to take Ye Tian back to Beijing. No matter what, there was an old house left by his father there.

Moreover, some time ago, Ye Dongping also wrote a letter to his classmates to inquire. The educated youth who were left in various places could return to Beijing to apply for a household registration, but the country no longer helped to allocate work.

Ye Dongping was not very worried about this. No matter what, he had studied at Tsinghua Machinery for several years. Even though he had not been in contact with relevant majors for so many years, he would have gone to a small factory to work as a technician head office?

Let’s take a step back, the hardships of these years have not been in vain. Ye Dongping is no longer the weak student back then. With this strength, he will be able to return to Beijing to be a Baner Master, which will support Ye Tian.

Seeing that Ye Dongping's face was not very good, Feng Kuang came over, looked around, lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Ye, don't think this is a waste purchase station, you can make a lot of money, and... you can also do antique business..."

"What are you sneaking in? In this broken place, no one came even though he shouted at the top of his throat..."

Ye Dongping couldn't bear Feng Kuang's smell of cigarettes, so he pushed him out and asked in disbelief: "Can you make money by collecting rags? Can you still do antique business? Do you think you, Uncle Ye, are you a child?"

In Ye Dongping's impression, the old antique shops in Beijing are all made of antique buildings with blue bricks, red tiles, carved beams and painted buildings. After entering, the sound of the zither sounds and the environment is elegant. How could it be like here?

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

Seeing Ye Dongping not believing, Feng Kuang's voice also became louder. He excitedly took out a key from his waist and opened the door of the acquisition station. After he invited Ye Dongping and his son to go in, he took out an account book and said, "Uncle Ye, look at it yourself, I, Fengzi, is not a big talker!"

"What kind of mess is this?" Ye Dongping opened the account book and felt a little overwhelmed.

On this paper that should be a child's homework book, there are dense fonts and various numbers written in a crooked manner, "148 kilograms of red, 35 kilograms of west, 555 kilograms of book materials, 342 kilograms of iron..."

When Ye Dongping saw the summary at the bottom of the account book, he was even more confused. He pulled Feng Kuang to his side, pointed to the words above and asked, "Fengzi, is this red copper? But what is this thing? And this... the book material is plastic?"

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

"No, I'm going to go, how can I get the metal like this?" Ye Dongping was speechless. "At this level, I still want to make money? I can't even do the account, so it would be nice if I don't lose my old capital."

Feng Kuang was a little aggrieved and took out a kettle from a corner of the room, handed it to Ye Dongping and said, "Uncle Ye, this is it. They all said they were called Xi..."

After taking the thing Feng Kuang handed over, Ye Dongping saw it was a tin pot, and couldn't help but feel amused and said, "This... this is called tin, but it is not the west of the southeast, west, northwest..."

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

Feng Kuang was not interested in how to write the word "Xi". After Ye Dongping finished speaking, he pointed his finger at the bottom number and signaled Ye Dongping to look.

"A book material costs three cents a pound, sold for four cents a pound, red and XXX per pound, sold for XXX, iron..."

Ye Dongping didn't care much at first, but looking at the detailed accounts, his face gradually showed a look of surprise. After a long time, he closed the notebook in his hand, looked at Feng Kuang, and asked, "Feng Zi, are you not wrong with these prices? Are there really so many prices for buying and selling?"

Ye Dongping was not surprised. He could never have imagined that just a few cents could make such a big profit?

Not to mention anything else, if you charge a pound of plastic for more than three cents, the price of selling it in the hand is half the purchase price. This... this is simply a huge profit.

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

Feng Kuang didn't understand what Ye Dongping meant. He thought Ye Dongping was saying that he had made money from it, so he quickly said, "Do I dare to lie to you? You are such a big... Major shareholder, if I lie to you, will my uncle beat me to death?"

Feng Kuang is a person who can endure hardships. Although he is not well educated, he understands one thing that if he wants to gain a foothold in the city, he must be able to endure hardships that the people in the city cannot.

So for more than half a month, Feng Kuang pulled a cart to get up early and went around the streets in the dark, almost running the entire county town. Now the things in the yard and the house were sold out to the state-owned acquisition station.

"Is this true?" After hearing Feng Kuang's words, Ye Dongping fell into deep thought, and his shocked expression did not fade.

You should know that last year, the annual per capita income of the workers in the county was only more than 900 yuan, which means that most people only have a few dozen yuan in salary a month.

Even in Beijing, the per capita income last year was only more than 2,000 yuan, and it was less than 200 yuan a month. In provinces like Hebei and Henan, the average annual per capita cannot even reach 700 yuan, at most five or six hundred.

Even Ye Dongping's old classmate who taught in colleges and universities included everything a month, which was only 150 or 60 yuan. According to what he said, the monthly salary of their department head was about 180 yuan.

Ye Dongping could not imagine that the money he earned in half a month was even higher than the professors who taught in colleges and universities. This strong contrast made Ye Dongping unacceptable for a while.

"Uncle Ye, here is this the 1,000 yuan you have given me at the beginning. The more than 200 yuan we earned. My uncle said that the money will be taken care of by you, and I will give it to you..."

Seeing Ye Dongping not speaking, Feng Kuang took out a plastic bag from an inconspicuous sack in the corner of the wall. It was filled with bills of several cents per piece, and many coins of one cents and five cents.

Holding the real gold and silver in both hands, Ye Dongping reacted. He didn't care about the dust in the room, walked to the table and opened the homework book, and remembered the account on it.

"What is this? What is this number?" While asking Feng Kuan, Ye Dongping drew a grid to make the account book again.

Although he did not graduate from the accounting major, this simple account was not difficult for Ye Dongping. The accounts drawn by Feng Kuang, 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 one-month contract fee for this acquisition station?"

"I have to give them sixty dollars every month..."
Chapter completed!