Chapter 404: Rural Absurd Past Events Chapter 404: Society's First Lesson

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Wang Xiaohua, Lin Xiao, and Li Jianjia were all stunned after hearing these words.

They never would have imagined that the boss of the Scrap Yard would actually offer them only forty cents per jin!

At that moment, these young people who had just graduated from high school deeply experienced what it meant for society to be treacherous.

"No, Boss, didn't we agree last night? As long as the quantity is large, you can give us seventy cents per jin!"

Lin Xiao panicked immediately.

Li Jianjia quickly said:

"Boss, you can't bully us like this. We agreed on seventy cents, so it should be seventy cents. We buy at fifty cents per jin and sell to you at forty cents per jin—wouldn't that be a loss!"

The Scrap Yard boss, however, remained expressionless:

"The seventy cents I mentioned was seventy cents last night. Why didn't you bring the waste books over last night? You're not in this line of work, you don't understand the market. The price of scrap changes every day. If I buy your waste books at seventy cents, I'd lose my shirt."

The Scrap Yard boss truly lived up to being a veteran in business.

These lies were spoken with utter confidence.

But he only dared to fool Wang Xiaohua and the others because he felt these young people had just graduated from high school and were easy to bully, which was why he did this.

If it were someone else with social experience, he definitely wouldn't dare do such a thing.

The Scrap Yard boss even feigned sympathy with crocodile tears:

"How about this: seeing as you're students, I won't let you do a losing business. I'll take a loss myself. You buy at fifty cents per jin, and I'll buy from you at fifty cents per jin. What do you think?"

"Then wouldn't we have been busy for nothing?" Lin Xiao looked utterly speechless.

The Scrap Yard boss said:

"If you're not willing, then forget it. You handle these books yourselves. But don't blame me for not reminding you: I'm the only Scrap Yard near the school. Even if you sell to someone else, you might not get fifty cents per jin, and you'd have to move all these waste books yourselves."

The Scrap Yard boss had figured that Wang Xiaohua and the other two couldn't handle this mountain of waste paper, which was why he could manipulate them like this.

It's said that scrap collectors are all fox spirits transformed, and shortchanging is common, not to mention fraud and deception.

These words were indeed true.

"Xiao Hua, what do you think we should do?"

Li Jianjia looked at Wang Xiaohua at this time.

Wang Xiaohua hadn't spoken much; he was still thinking.

"Let's just sell it. Consider it our bad luck. You learn from a mistake. We're just too young. Don't do this kind of business again." Lin Xiao let out a long turbid breath.

Seeing this reaction from the Scrap Yard boss, he thought his wicked scheme was about to succeed, and a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

"This is really a fair price. If you're still unwilling, I can't help it. I'll give you three minutes to think. After three minutes, if you still don't agree to my price, I'll leave immediately."

At this time, the Scrap Yard boss was probably thinking in his heart: Hmph, manipulating a few wet-behind-the-ears brats—isn't that easy as pie?

However, what he didn't expect was that at this moment, Wang Xiaohua spoke up.

"No need for three minutes. You can leave right now."

"What?" The Scrap Yard boss was stunned.

His face was full of disbelief.

He never expected that Wang Xiaohua would actually refuse his conditions.

Clearly, he had already manipulated them.

Yet Wang Xiaohua still refused to compromise!

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't sell this waste paper to me, you simply can't handle it yourselves!"

Even Li Jianjia said in a low voice at this time:

"Xiao Hua, let's just sell it. There are so many waste books; we really can't handle them."

Wang Xiaohua said:

"I have my own way. Don't speak. Let me solve it."

Wang Xiaohua looked at the Scrap Yard boss at this time:

"Boss, you go. We won't do this business with you."

The Scrap Yard boss's expression didn't look too good.

He originally just wanted to manipulate these three little brats, but he didn't expect not to do this business.

If he didn't do this business, wouldn't that be wasting his time for a white trip?

But now Wang Xiaohua's attitude was so firm that he lost control of the situation all at once.

"Young people, don't be angry. You really can't handle so many waste books. Fifty cents per jin—you're already not losing money!"

The Scrap Yard boss's tone was no longer as high and mighty as before.

He began to reason with Wang Xiaohua and the others.

Wang Xiaohua's attitude, however, was very firm:

"Said seventy cents, must be seventy cents. Not a cent less. If you don't give this number, then don't waste time."

The Scrap Yard boss's face turned iron-black.

Wang Xiaohua's attitude also made him angry.

"Fine, fine, fine. You want to do it like that? Then handle it yourselves!"

After saying this, he turned around in anger, got on his tricycle, and prepared to drive away.

He thought doing this would surely make Wang Xiaohua regret it, and then call him back.

Unexpectedly, the tricycle drove a good distance, and Wang Xiaohua still didn't call out to him.

He was furious, and also very unwilling to accept it.

So he turned around again, drove back, and said:

"Six mao per jin at most, sell or not?"

He thought since he had already made a concession, Wang Xiaohua and the others would surely compromise too.

After all, everyone taking a step back benefits everyone.

However, Wang Xiaohua's attitude remained very firm:

"I said seven mao, not a single fen less."

The scrap yard boss was truly angry this time.

Angry to the point of laughing:

"Hehe, really don't know where you, kid, get your courage? I'm putting my words here today, absolutely no one will be willing to buy your books at seven mao per jin!"

After saying this, he drove off in a huff on the tricycle.

This time he really left.

The kind where he didn't look back.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao and Li Jianjia both couldn't help but worry.

"Xiaohua, the scrap yard boss left, who can we sell the books to now?"

Lin Xiao let out a long breath of turbid air.

And also complained:

"You're too stubborn, when he said six mao per jin just now, we should have agreed, then we could at least earn one mao."

Li Jianjia also felt that when the scrap yard offered six mao per jin, it actually could have been sold.

However, Wang Xiaohua said:

"Benefits are obtained through striving, not through concessions. If we agreed to six mao per jin, who knows, he might then say he can only give us five mao five."

"Then what do we do now? This huge pile of books, several thousand jin, sell to whom?"

Lin Xiao's face was full of depression.

Wang Xiaohua then said:

"Last night I offered seven mao per jin, that scrap yard boss agreed very readily, this shows seven mao per jin, he actually still has profit too, so as long as we're willing to find channels, there's fundamentally no worry about not being able to sell."

Li Jianjia then said:

"The principle is this principle, but where to go find channels?"

Wang Xiaohua pondered for a moment, then said:

"I'll go ask Uncle Chunsheng, he does business in the county town, his connections are broader, he should be able to help us find channels."

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