My tree clone can decompose everything

Chapter 2 Collecting Waste

Early in the morning, a figure driving an electric tricycle appeared on the streets of the urban village.

The automatic loudspeaker shouted: Collect scrap metal, collect rags, and collect mobile phones and electrical appliances at high prices.

Action is worse than a heartbeat. Luo Cheng has never been a hesitant person.

It belongs to the suburbs of Guangshan City and is considered a relatively marginal urban village.

"Luo Cheng, why did you put away the rags? You don't plan to go to school."

A figure walked over. It was his classmate Wang Lei. Both of them were in their third year of high school at Guangshan No. Middle School.

Our homes are close together, so our relationship can only be described as average, and we rarely interact with each other.

"It's okay to stay at home during the holidays. Why not make some money? You also know the conditions of our family.

Let me tell you a secret. "

Luo Cheng lowered his voice, looked left and right, and said, "Actually, you can make a lot of money by collecting trash, face and so on are secondary, and the money you earn is real.

If you can't get into college, I suggest you collect rags with me. I've just started my business now, and it's when I need talents.

If you follow me, you will be the elder statesman from now on. "

Wang Lei's mouth twitched and he didn't know what to say.

"It just so happens that we also have some scraps to sell. Can you please check the price?"

Luo Cheng followed Wang Lei into the yard. There were two baskets of drink bottles in the yard.

There is also some scrap metal.

"Drink bottles cost six cents each."

"Isn't it a dime?"

"That was a few months ago, and plastic prices have dropped recently."

In fact, Luo Cheng doesn't know whether the price of plastic has been reduced, and he doesn't even know how much money he can make by decomposing plastic.

Collect them at a low price for a few days to see how things go. Then ask the waste station how much it costs to collect plastic bottles and then re-price them.

"For the sake of our classmates, for the sake of our classmates, I will give you eight cents for a pound of scrap iron and twenty cents for a pound of scrap copper.

How about it? This price is fair enough. Other scrap collectors will probably give you 60 cents. "

Wang Lei nodded, Luo Cheng did not lie to him.

His mother also found a scrap collector two days ago. He only paid 60 cents for scrap iron and 16 cents for scrap copper, which was four yuan different from Luocheng.

Turned people away without even fucking asking the price of the plastic bottle.

"The price is okay, it is indeed higher than other prices for scrap collection. It is worthy of being an old classmate.

You weigh it first, and I'll get you the scrap phone. You can check the price. "

Luo Cheng nodded and counted the drink bottles first. There were forty-eight in total, and a six-point bottle totaled 28 yuan.

Ten kilograms of scrap iron and two kilograms of scrap copper, a total of forty-eight.

A total of seventy-six dollars and eight.

Two minutes later, Wang Lei walked out of the room, holding a storage bag in his hand.

"Look, there are three Nokia candy bars and four smartphones, including a Fruit Eight."

Luo Cheng looked at it and said: "Twenty-one candy bars, fifty smartphones, and a maximum of one hundred for fruit eight."

Wang Lei's eyes widened: "This is Fruit Eight, so the screen is broken. There is something wrong with the motherboard. It can still be used after repairing it."

"Dude, I'm just a junk collector, not a mobile phone repairer, if you want to sell more money, go to the mobile phone shop.

They probably sell it after repairing it, and they probably can give you an extra one or two hundred.

I just hand it over to the scrap station and make a profit, which is different from a mobile phone store. "

Wang Lei nodded upon hearing this, understanding Luo Cheng's difficulties.

"Okay, I will go to the mobile phone store to ask when I have time. The price of these six mobile phones will be fine."

"Okay, including the beverage bottles and scrap iron and copper, the total is two hundred and eighty-six yuan. I'll give it to you, but you still need cash."

"Sweep it."

Wang Lei opened the payment code and the money was quickly transferred.

"If you have any scraps in the future, come to me. Let's add WeChat."

Wang Lei nodded.

After adding WeChat, Luo Cheng moved all the waste products to the three-wheeler and continued to shout.

This is Luocheng's first time doing business, so it's full of freshness.

Even though the sun was shining brightly at noon, I didn't go back to rest.

The good physical fitness after assimilation is also the main reason why he can go without rest for a long time.

"Collect the tattered ones and come here."

Luo Cheng turned around and saw that he had met his colleague.

"What do you mean, I want to talk about it." Luo Cheng was not polite.

Now it is a society ruled by law, Luo Cheng is worrying about having no money to spend.

Those who dare to find trouble are the parents who feed and clothe themselves.

If there are no witnesses or surveillance nearby, he doesn't mind letting these colleagues see what the iron fist of justice is.

He was strengthened by iron ions once.

The middle-aged man collecting scraps frowned and looked at Luo Cheng.

"Young man seems to be very angry despite his age. I would like to give you a piece of advice: young people should not be too angry."

"Why don't you call me young man out of anger?" Luo Cheng pushed back.

"You learned from Liu Huaqiang like me, you are not very old, but you learn very quickly.

All the trash collection in this area is handed over to Hongdu Scrap Station. If you don't hand it over to Hongdu, I advise you to change places. "

Luo Cheng frowned. He didn't expect to collect the rags and divide the territory. It's already 2023.

Luo Cheng had seen the Hongdu Scrap Depot before when he was walking outside, but he had never worked in this business before. He didn't know how deep the water was inside, nor what the background of Hongdu was.

"Thank you for your kindness, but don't worry about where I hand it over.

Let me ask you, how much do you pay to Hongdu? If you can't give it to me, I will charge you a high price. If you are afraid of exposing your secrets, you can give me part of it and you can make more money.

Isn’t it just to make money when you come out on a hot day? "

"You're right, what a price you can offer."

Luo Cheng thought for a while and said, "I'll give you eight cents for each drink bottle, one pound for each piece of scrap metal, and twenty-two cents for brass. How about that? The price is high enough."

The other party gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you two-thirds of these things. You can't tell others about this."

"No problem." Luo Cheng assured, patted his chest.

This is free money.

"Since the prices at Hongdu Scrap Depot are low, you won't go further and send them to other scrap depots."

"Aren't you afraid of trouble? Hongdu's offer is low, so our charge is low, and we earn about the same amount of money.

I also heard that the boss of Hongdu is a gangster, and it is better to do less than to do more.

Who wants to do a lot of nonsense every day, and then the beating will not be worth the loss. "

Luo Cheng clicked his tongue, feeling that what the other party said made sense.

No one wants to have people following him to cause trouble every day. Even if he doesn't do anything, he is disgusting.

These waste collectors are ordinary people. If they can save one thing, they will have one less thing to do.

The scrap seller doesn't care about the three melons and two dates. The main thing is that it's not illegal. If the scrap price is low, you don't need to sell it.

The scrap seller gave Luocheng four hundred yuan, and the tricycle was almost full.

If you collect a little more, you can go back and let the little tree decompose.

Luo Cheng continued to drive his tricycle to collect junk in nearby villages.

After shouting for more than ten minutes, someone called me over.

"Young man, how much is the copper wire today? My copper wire is made of copper, not ordinary brass.

If you give me the brass price, I'll find another one. "

The other person is a middle-aged man in his forties, 1.75 meters tall, with an ordinary appearance, but with a bit of a sinister look.

Luocheng also checked the price of scrap copper and iron last night, copper is indeed more expensive than brass.

One ton can even make a difference of 20,000 yuan.

"I have to see the real thing. As long as it's copper, no matter what it is, it will definitely not be less than twenty-three. If it's good, I can give it up to twenty-five."

Even if Luo Cheng's purchase price doesn't require the decomposition of the Tree of All Things, he can still make money just by handing it over to the factory that collects copper. This is why he dares to ask a high price.

The other party nodded and led Luo Cheng to a small courtyard.

This is a small courtyard with four rooms. There is a peach tree planted in the middle of the courtyard, which has already grown fruits.

The man took out a brand new coil of copper wire from the room. It could be seen that it was newly stripped.

The surface of the copper wire is still shiny, obviously it has just been used.

Luo Cheng guessed that the copper wire didn't come from a good source. He probably stole a piece of wire from somewhere and stripped it for money.

I heard from old people that before Guangshan City developed, people were poor and wanted to steal high-voltage wires and resell them.

After a few were electrocuted, they gradually stopped.

People who have been electrocuted are said to have black spots on the palms of their hands and on the soles of their feet, which are traces left by the current passing through the body.

Luo Cheng has never seen it, but he has heard people talk about it in the past.

Whether it was stolen or not has little to do with him, he just collected it as trash.

"I can give you twenty-five pounds for a copper wire of this quality. How about it, brother? This is the highest price in the neighborhood.

Other collectors of waste products will definitely not be able to offer such a high price. "

The other person nodded.

"The young man is a real person, and those who collect waste nearby hand it over to the Hongdu waste station.

If you give me a high price, it's impossible to hand it over to the Hongdu scrap station, otherwise your work will be in vain. "

"Brother, let me ask a little bit, does Hongdu Scrap Depot have any powerful background? They give such a low price and no one cares."

"Only you junk collectors care about the money. Who cares about the others? If you sell two kilograms of scrap copper and iron, you have to see if the price is deliberately lowered.

How many people care about selling a few mineral water bottles for a few cents, this thing is your love and my wish.

Even if Hongdu has a background, he doesn't have a lot of background, otherwise he can open a junk station and deal with a bunch of junk all day long. "

Luo Cheng nodded, it's the same reason, even if he has a background, it doesn't matter much.

Otherwise, it would be worth a year of working at the waste station if you just contact the project.

He had seen the Hongdu Scrap Depot, and it was not that big.

The copper wire was weighed, a total of twenty kilograms, one kilogram twenty-five, a total of five hundred.

"Brother, I'll give you five hundred yuan. If you have any junk in the future, come back to me. It's definitely a high price."

"No problem, brother, you are a real person."

Looking at the three rounds full of things, Luo Cheng planned to go back.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and he had no intention of coming out.

Just this car will probably make a lot of money.

When I got home, I pushed the tricycle into the yard and parked it next to the small tree.

Clicked [Decomposition] [Extraction] [Iron Assimilation]

After looking at the extracted gold ions, there were already five or six grams. Unexpectedly, the gold content in the nearby ground was quite high.

Clusters of roots sprouted from the ground, climbed up three rounds, and covered all the tatters.

Then severe pain spread from all over the body.

It only lasted for two or three seconds and then stopped completely.

Luo Cheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. This was the second assimilation, and the pain was still the same, not relieved at all.

My whole body was once again full of strength, and I lay on the ground and did fifty push-ups in a row without any fatigue.

Luo Cheng just wanted to say that assimilation is a pleasure.