Chapter 403: Rural Absurd Past Events Chapter 403: Spotting Business Opportunities Right After Graduation

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

After leaving the teacher's office, Wang Xiaohua returned to the classroom, tidied up his things, and then went back to the dormitory.

That night, the dormitories of all Senior Year Three classes were especially noisy, and the Special Elite Class was no exception.

Students living on the upper floors, I don't know who took the lead, tore up books and threw them downstairs.

Then many classmates followed suit.

Above the entire Senior Year Dormitory Building, paper scraps drifted like snowflakes.

Someone shouted, "Finally graduated!"

Someone shouted, "I am free!"

A few students in the Special Elite Class also tore up their books.

Wang Xiaohua, however, did not go tear books.

Instead, he thought for a moment.

Then he called Lin Xiao over.

"Come on, let's go outside for a trip."

Lin Xiao asked, puzzled:

"What are we going outside for so late at night?"

Wang Xiaohua said:

"To earn money."

Lin Xiao immediately looked surprised—Wang Xiaohua, this bookworm, actually knew how to earn money?

"Earn what money?"

Wang Xiaohua did not immediately answer this question.

Instead, he said:

"Just follow me!"

So the two jogged out of the school together.

Not long after, they arrived at the Scrap Recycling Station not far outside the school gate.

It was late at night by then, and the boss of the Scrap Recycling Station had already closed for the day.

However, a contact number was still posted at the gate.

Wang Xiaohua did not have a mobile phone, so he asked Lin Xiao to call and ask the boss of the Scrap Yard how much waste paper cost per jin.

The boss's answer was fifty cents per jin.

Wang Xiaohua then asked Lin Xiao to ask if they could pay more if the quantity was large.

The boss asked: "How much do you have? If there's a lot, giving you another one or two cents isn't impossible."

Wang Xiaohua took Lin Xiao's mobile phone and asked back at the boss:

"I want to sell at seventy cents per jin. How much quantity do you need before you're willing to give me seventy cents?"

The boss said: "If you have several thousand jin, then giving you seventy cents isn't impossible."

Wang Xiaohua said:

"Fine, then we'll contact you tomorrow. Same contact number. I can definitely give you several thousand jin of goods!"

After hanging up the Scrap Yard boss's phone, Wang Xiaohua hurriedly asked Lin Xiao:

"How much money do you have on you right now?"

Lin Xiao smiled dryly:

"Just several hundred."

"Exactly how many hundred?"

"Three hundred fifty."

Wang Xiaohua frowned:

"I only have thirty-plus, so even added together it's not enough money."

Wang Xiaohua fell into thought.

Lin Xiao asked at this time:

"Xiao Hua, are you planning to collect old books from the school and sell them to the Scrap Yard?"

Wang Xiaohua said:

"Isn't that obvious?"

He also said:

"In previous years, Senior Year Three students basically just threw their books away after the college entrance exam, because the school's entry management was strict, the Scrap Yard boss couldn't possibly come inside the school to collect books, and many students disliked the trouble of taking them out to sell—they were too heavy—so they chose to just throw them away. Think about it: if we collect all their books and then sell them together to the Scrap Yard boss, wouldn't we make a big profit? It's just that our capital is insufficient now; we still need more funds..."

Lin Xiao gave a suggestion at this time:

"Why don't we get other classmates to do it with us? For example, Li Jianjia—she has plenty of pocket money!"

Wang Xiaohua felt this strategy was feasible, so he immediately had Lin Xiao call Li Jianjia.

Li Jianjia, upon learning Wang Xiaohua invited her to do business together, immediately happily agreed, and said she was willing to put up one thousand yuan as cost investment, with the earnings split equally among the three of them.

So the three of them reached an immediate agreement on this matter.

Wang Xiaohua and Lin Xiao immediately returned to the school to collect books.

Before going back, Wang Xiaohua had Lin Xiao go to the supermarket side to buy an electronic scale, and then had the supermarket boss exchange them for one hundred yuan in one-yuan banknotes.

After returning to school, they went to ask dormitory by dormitory:

Waste books are five mao per jin, does anyone want to sell?

Whoever is willing to sell their books to them, they will first give a one yuan deposit, agreeing to collect the books after taking graduation photos tomorrow morning.

And register names and classes in a notebook; those with mobile phones write down their contact numbers, those without don't have to.

Many classmates' books are still in the classrooms; don't look at how the dormitory building has been torn apart with torn paper everywhere, but there aren't many books left in everyone's dorms.

So tomorrow to collect books, they still have to run classroom by classroom.

The next day Wang Xiaohua got up early.

The group photo starts at nine thirty in the morning; now it is seven o'clock, and there is still quite a long time until nine thirty.

Wang Xiaohua and Lin Xiao together, using this spare time, starting from their own class, went class by class to collect waste books.

Many classmates were willing to sell their unwanted books to them, because even if they took them out to sell at the scrap yard outside, it was also five mao per jin.

Now selling to Wang Xiaohua and them saves the effort of carrying them out.

As a result, Wang Xiaohua and Lin Xiao had just finished collecting the waste books from their own class, and the money in their pockets was almost gone.

Fortunately Li Jianjia came at this time.

She brought one thousand yuan over.

The funds were immediately sufficient again.

The three of them went together to other classes to collect books.

They also specially brought a small handcart from the experimental building side.

The collected waste books were transported to an empty space downstairs on the first floor to be piled up.

Wang Xiaohua and Lin Xiao were responsible for weighing and transporting, Li Jianjia was responsible for bookkeeping and payment.

Generally, students selling books, after weighing, would help Wang Xiaohua and Lin Xiao carry their own books down, so this hard labor of carrying books, although tiring, they could still hold on.

By nine o'clock in the morning, the empty space downstairs of the Senior Year Three Teaching Building had waste books piled into a small mountain.

They had collected nearly two thousand jin of books.

The three of them went together to take the group photo.

This group photo was not the graduation photo; the graduation photo had been taken long ago. In this group photo everyone wore relatively casual clothes, just lingering after the college entrance exam, so the photo ended quickly too.

Then they rushed back without stopping to continue collecting books.

Soon, even the one thousand yuan Li Jianjia brought was almost used up.

Wang Xiaohua said:

"How about this, Lin Xiao, you go contact the scrap yard boss now, have him drive over to collect our books, and I and Jianjia will continue collecting books from classmates. That way we can first return part of the money and relieve the funding pressure a bit."

Lin Xiao was somewhat worried:

"I'm just afraid the school security won't let the scrap yard boss in. You also know, our school is famous for strict management."

Wang Xiaohua said:

"Just tell the security guard he's your dad, coming to help you move things home."

Lin Xiao was immediately speechless:

"Are you serious?"

He suddenly felt that after the college entrance exam, Wang Xiaohua seemed to have changed into a different person.

No longer the bookworm of the past, making people feel like a stranger.

"Anyway, no matter what, you have to get the scrap yard boss in. I believe in your clever head!"

Wang Xiaohua said like this.

Li Jianjia also said:

"Lin Xiao, aren't you usually the one with the most ghost ideas? I believe in you, you'd better not let me look down on you!"

Li Jianjia saying this, Lin Xiao immediately made up his mind:

"Alright, I will definitely bring the scrap yard boss in!"

Lin Xiao indeed did not disappoint; after about half an hour, he brought the scrap yard boss in.

The scrap yard boss even drove a tricycle in.

Seeing Wang Xiaohua and the others' collected discarded books piled like a mountain, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"You few little brats, you really know how to do business."

The scrap yard boss laughed hehe.

Wang Xiaohua politely responded:

"Boss, we're just earning some pocket money."

However, at this time, a sentence spoken by the scrap yard boss made Wang Xiaohua, Lin Xiao, and Li Jianjia all completely unexpected.

"Waste paper prices have dropped now, forty mao per jin. Do you sell or not?"