A junk collection station floats in my mind

Chapter 1 A mountain floats in my mind!

Qingshan City, Xichuan Province.

In the afternoon, the weather was extremely hot, and the cicada slugs on the trees on the street were screaming happily, which was the season of courtship.

"Young man, your business is really profitable."

Outside the Lanting Jiayuan community, a bloated aunt wearing a floral shirt looked at the young man who was paying her the bill in front of her, and there was a bit of dissatisfaction in her words.

"It's just a meal, a small business, I'll round it up for you, 100 yuan, you count!"

The young man grinned, took out a hundred-yuan bill from the leather bag wrapped around his waist, and handed it to the aunt.

Behind the young man, a truck was parked, and two shirtless uncles were moving a pile of old furniture onto the truck.

"100 yuan is still counting farts! Young man, it's not that auntie is talking about you, your heart is too dark..."

The aunt took the 100 yuan, and there seemed to be some resentment in her heart, "Not to mention, my washing machine cost more than 3000 when I bought it, and you only gave me 20, and the TV set cost more than 5000, and you only gave me 50. The most outrageous thing is this sofa, which is made of real leather. I bought it for more than 8000 yuan, and you actually want me to give you 200 yuan. You are too dark, right?"

Chen Muyu shrugged his shoulders. Obviously, he has encountered too many such sellers, and he just smiled when he heard this, "Auntie, you are selling it as scrap, and it is at this price. Just say this sofa, and don't worry about it. Whether it is made of cloth or leather, the key point is that no one accepts the second-hand sofa. I took it back and dismantled it, but I couldn’t sell it. I helped you dispose of it. It’s a hot day. It's not easy to take a bus, 200 yuan is hard money for us..."

"Okay, okay..."

Song Dafen waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Chen Muyu's chatter, "I'm really afraid of you, if I wasn't in a hurry to vacate the house for renovation, I wouldn't have sold it to you!"

It's not that Song Dafen didn't know about it. He also asked someone to look at it before. The home appliances are not bad, and they are worth a little, but the furniture is different. Now these waste collectors are still picky and picky, and you still have to pay for it. Give it to them, and they will help to deal with it.

In comparison, the young man in front of him only charged her 200 yuan for furniture disposal, which was quite kind.

It is depressing enough to think about a room full of furniture and home appliances for only 100 yuan.

But there is no way, the son got married and wanted to decorate the wedding room, and the woman made a request that everything should be new. In order to save some decoration costs, she didn't ask the decoration company to help with the furniture and appliances, thinking that she could handle it by herself and sell some money.

Who would have thought it would be such a result, if I knew it earlier, it would be better to let the decoration company handle it, it would be easier.

Seeing that the decoration company will enter the market in two days, I have no choice but to sell it even if I lose money. 100 yuan is still money.

What a world!
Chen Muyu smiled, "Auntie, if I'm not mistaken, there will be a happy event at home soon, right?"

After saying this, Song Dafen's expression relaxed, and he finally put on a smile, quite happy, "My son will get married in the second half of the year, aren't you busy decorating the wedding room?"

"Yo, that's congratulations!"

"Congratulations, in this world, if I get married, I'll have to wipe out all my roots!"

"Auntie, you are too modest. With your face, why are you rich and powerful..."

The scene said the same thing, making Song Dafen amused, and the depression just now seemed to be forgotten.

"If you want me to tell you that young man, you are also tall and handsome. What can you do wrong? What can you do by collecting waste?" Aunt asked the question of the soul.

"Family business, you can't do it!"

Chen Muyu was not embarrassed, and replied jokingly, at this time, the car was already loaded next to it, "Okay, Auntie, then we'll go first, if you have anything to sell in the future, just give me a call."

Before Song Dafen could say anything, Chen Muyu had already opened the car door, got into the passenger driver, smiled at her through the car window, and drove away with a car full of spoils.

……

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East City.

"Brother Shui, my dad just called and said that my third uncle's construction site has a pile of iron frames to deal with. You can bring someone over to have a look later!"

In the car, Chen Muyu took a sip of mineral water and rubbed his temples. He hasn't been idle since morning.

Opening this waste collection station at home has earned a lot of money, but it is really tiring. I didn’t feel it when I was studying, but now I haven’t found a suitable job after graduating from university, so I have to come back to inherit the family business. In the business, he really felt what it means to work hard.

"What? Aren't you going?"

Yang Shui is a worker at the scrap yard. He is not yet 40 years old. He is Chen Muyu's distant cousin. He is quite a strong guy.

Leaning on the steering wheel, he glanced at Chen Muyu from the side, Yang Shui shook his head inwardly, this young master fished for three days and posted nets for two days, no matter what he looked like, he didn't look like someone who ate their rice.

"I have a terrible headache, I'm going back to sleep!"

Chen Muyu hammered his forehead, and his two eyebrows were wrinkled together. He felt uncomfortable when he just came out of the community, and now he felt more uncomfortable, dizzy, as if someone was pumping his breath in, and he would feel uncomfortable anytime. It can explode.

"Don't be heat stroke, there is Huoxiang Zhengqi water in the car..."

Yang Shui casually took out a box of Huoxiangzhengqi water and threw it to Chen Muyu, "Your father just asked you to come out to exercise, just put on a show, don't try too hard, you're not like us guys, you just can't sell it. I have no strength, I don't even have any hope of getting ahead, I've been messing around for the rest of my life..."

Chen Muyu gave a wry smile, Yang Shui has nothing wrong with him except that he talks too much and loves to complain.

"Xiaoyu, do you know the youngest Wang?"

"Youngest Wang? That old man who often mixes porcelain pieces into paper shells?" Chen Muyu was taken aback for a moment.

What Yang Shui was talking about was an old man who often came to their buying station to sell scraps. I heard that he was over 70 years old. He was a loner and lived by picking up scraps. , Chen Muyu has met him several times, and he is considered pitiful, as long as it is not too much, he will turn a blind eye.

It was fine if Yang Shui didn't say it, but when he said it, Chen Muyu remembered that he hadn't seen Wang Laoyao for several days.

"Won't you die?"

Chen Muyu added that such things as birth, old age, sickness and death happen all the time, but they are somewhat emotional when they happen around someone he is familiar with.

"What's the point of death, I'm living well!" Yang Shui shook his head, "The old guy didn't know what kind of luck he had, he found a pair of blue and white porcelain vases in the scrap pile, and sold them for 300 yuan in Qin's House Dowan, tell me, why did such a good thing happen to him..."

300?
Chen Muyu was a little surprised, then shook his head and smiled, "No wonder I haven't seen him for a few days, but, is it reliable? Who did you listen to?"

"It's spread in the industry!" Yang Shui shook his head, with regret on his face, "The old boy wanted to recognize me as his godson before, if he knew it earlier, I would recognize him as his own father..."

"It's not too late now!" Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "This is called time and fate. Fate must have something sometimes, and there is no time to force..."

That's the way it is in the business of making waste products. Although it's hard work, there are still surprises everywhere in life. Maybe one day you find a good thing and you will turn around.

Yang Shui was still chattering, Chen Muyu had a severe headache, drank a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest his mind, and after a while, he started snoring lightly.

……

Suddenly, there was a bang in his mind, and Chen Muyu felt as if something in his mind had split open, and then he entered a state of weightlessness, everything around him was collapsing crazily, as if there was a force in the dark that held him Lifted into the air, higher and higher, farther and farther away.

It was pitch black all around, and there were dots of stars in the darkness, shouting loudly, without the slightest echo.

where is thisin a dream?space?

Being in it, walking aimlessly, everywhere is dark, like being in the void of the galaxy, and you can't see your fingers when you stretch out your hands.

Dreaming, must be dreaming.

At this time, Chen Muyu felt quite awake, and could still realize that he was dreaming, so he pulled his face, but it didn't hurt or itch.

He wanted to wake up, but it was useless. After struggling for a while, he couldn't feel the existence of his body. It felt like a ghost had crushed the bed.

It is said that day is thinking, night is dreaming, I didn't dream about money, I didn't dream about beautiful women, why did I dream about this darkness?
Floating under his feet, he floated all the way, and gradually seemed to get used to the darkness, Chen Muyu felt that he could already see something through the dots of stars in the distance.

The place far away is gray and chaotic, like a circle of dust.

Just when he was about to take a closer look, he saw a black shadow appearing in the mist. Chen Muyu felt a little faint, imagining that some monsters and ghosts would burst out of the mist in an instant.

The black shadow didn't give Chen Muyu any time to be nervous, and quickly broke through the gray mist, revealing his true face.

a mountain.

A mountain that looked hundreds of meters high slowly floated towards him.

The mountain was dark and looked like an upside-down cauldron. From a long distance, Chen Muyu could smell a dusty and decaying smell.

Surprised, is this really a dream?I actually smelled it in my dream?
I pulled my face, but it still didn't hurt.

Seeing that black mountain getting closer and closer, Chen Muyu's heart beat more and more, instinctively told him that he should lean over to have a look.

Anyway, it's in a dream, what are you afraid of?

Chen Muyu couldn't restrain his curiosity a little bit, he turned his heart and leaned over.

……

This mountain is probably 600 meters high, but when you look closer, it is even more majestic. There is a flat land tens of meters wide at the foot of the mountain.

The flat ground is very messy, with bottles, cans, waste books, paper scraps and other sundries scattered everywhere, just like a garbage dump.

Looking up, the mountain in front of me is dark, and it is also full of all kinds of broken copper and iron, broken bottles and cans.

It's not really smelly, but Chen Muyu is really familiar with that rotten smell.

Isn’t it true, even in a dream, you never forget your old job, come to pick up garbage and collect waste products in your dream?

His face twitched slightly, Chen Muyu couldn't laugh or cry, could it be that he really thinks about it every day and dreams at night?
(End of this chapter)