MTL - Back To 2005-Chapter 6 If it is not broken, it is second-hand

  Chapter 6 How can it be second-hand if it is not broken

   "Fake products are harder than real ones these days."

   In his previous life, when he had just graduated and had no job for two years, he worked as a temporary worker in an industrial and commercial office for nearly a year. Zhou An'an naturally knew the way, otherwise he wouldn't want to follow the path of his little uncle.

   Some fake products, in order to prevent accidents, the quality and workmanship of the materials are no less than those of big factories, or even better. However, there is another profession called a professional whistleblower.

  This is why there are mountains of counterfeit products in the warehouse of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, which cannot escape the fate of being destroyed in the end.

   And Zhou Anan only temporarily rescued some of the tables and chairs, so that they can still be used before they disappear in the world, so as to save them a waste of time in the world, good man.

   "Okay, let me call a car for you, where should I send it first?"

  Cao Guoan is still very concerned about his eldest nephew.

  He was really afraid that his fledgling nephew would not be considerate in his work, so he still had to help if he could.

   "Uncle, isn't that awning useless?"

   Pointing to a few awnings in the corner not far away, Zhou Anan asked seemingly casually.

  Since he can take advantage of the table and chairs, he can't let go of other things, otherwise his 600 funds will be useless, and good steel must be spent wisely.

  A good boy is one who pushes forward.

   "Well, it's useless, take it away if you want, I'll tell Lao Liu, and you can return it together when the time comes."

   Glancing at the dusty awning, Cao Guoan said something indifferent.

  As long as it is brought back and destroyed at the end, it doesn't matter if the old point is new or not.

   "Then thank you uncle."

   After getting the big head done, Zhou An'an felt relieved.

  Unfortunately, there are no barbecue pits confiscated in this warehouse, otherwise everything would be easy.

  Well, you can’t be greedy, you have to be restrained, you must be restrained.

   "You."

   Patted his eldest nephew on the shoulder, Cao Guoan couldn't help but smiled in relief.

   Soon, a small pickup drove over.

   After some fiddling, ten sets of folding tables and chairs and six awnings were loaded onto the car.

  When the car drove out of the warehouse door, Zhou Anan handed Lao Liu a pack of hard boxes of Zhonghua stored in his trouser pocket.

  Of course, he also brought it from Dad's room.

  In recent years, Dad and his friends have partnered to run the quarry next to the village, and there is no shortage of these hard goods.

  His son took two boxes and used it for free.

   "Old Cao, your eldest nephew has a rich future."

   Smoking a Zhonghua cigarette, Lao Liu, who watched Liuzhou Wuling go away, praised him.

   "Oh, just a brat, messing around."

   He waved his hand modestly, but Cao Guoan's face was full of smiles.

  Looking at the elder nephew who is doing things properly, he seems to see his child growing up.

   Sitting in Liuzhou Wuling to the intersection of the night market, Zhou Anan looked at a large open space at the corner, as if he saw a pile of golden gold coins shining.

Soon, Cao Guoan, who arrived in the car of the industrial and commercial office, got out of the car and circled a place with his fingers: "There are no fixed pavements here. I told the director that you can make two pavements here. No problem for a month."

   "Uncle, are you familiar with the person in that store? I'll go to his place to get a call then."

   One job without labor, Zhou Anan looked at the several shops next to him, pointed at the shop of the bakery and said.

   "Okay, let me tell you."

   Regarding this, Cao Guoan simply walked to the 'Holly Cake'.

  Before Zhou Anan and the driver got their things out of the car, Cao Guoan walked over with a middle-aged woman.

   "An An, this is the owner of Holly's Cake Shop, your name is Aunt Chen."

  Introducing the identity of the middle-aged woman, Cao Guoan also mentioned the elder nephew by the way, for fear that the elder nephew might lose his manners.

   "Hello, Aunt Chen."

   Without the slightest bit of shyness, Zhou Anan shouted quickly.

  Pretending to be tender and cute is a must for making money.

   "Aunt Chen has promised to let you answer the call."

   Satisfied with his elder nephew's politeness, Cao Guoan said with a smile.

   "Thank you, Aunt Chen, you must come and try our barbecue when the time comes, no money required."

   Zhou Anan, who had known for a long time that there was nothing wrong with it, thanked him in the most simple language, fully utilizing the advantages of Xiao Xianrou.

   "Hello, hello. Brother Cao, your nephew is really sensible. If my crazy girl can have half of this, she will burn incense."

   Smiling and saying hello to the boy in front of him, Chen Yuehua spoke with emotion, and made complaints about his daughter by the way.

   "Haha, that kid Yuxuan is still very sensible, but you and Lao Hu are too demanding."

   Regarding this topic, Cao Guoan made a haha ​​and got away with it.

  Because he was still at work, Cao Guoan couldn't stay outside for too long, so he asked his nephew a few words, and handed him a hundred yuan when he returned to the office.

   Faced with a shortage of funds, Zhou Anan also accepted it unceremoniously. Since he was a child, his little uncle and aunt who only had one daughter treated him like a son, which is nothing to be polite about.

   When you get developed in the future, just repay them well.

   After a brief chat, Zhou Anan and the owner of the cake shop confirmed the requirements for power connection, and then sat in the small truck that had just been unloaded to the second-hand goods street two streets away.

   "Brother Zhang, thank you."

   Handed over a pack of cigarettes, Zhou Anan, who had bought it when he went to the store to buy water, thanked the driver with a smile and spent fifteen yuan.

  Even if it's my uncle's favor, Zhou An'an wants to express it.

   "You're welcome. You can call me if you have anything to do in the future. You don't need to call Lao Cao."

   Waved his hand, and driver Zhang drove away.

  As for the cost of shipping, he is embarrassed to ask for it. The special shipping business of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau is the bulk of his income. It is necessary to do a little favor, and he is afraid that no one will ask him for help.

   "Boss, how much is this shelf?"

   After looking at several second-hand grocery stores, Zhou Anan pointed to a grid shelf that was 70% new and asked.

   "That one, one hundred and two."

  The boss, who was buried in an air conditioner, looked up and casually said a number.

  This kind of brat can kill a little bit.

   "I test. Your sister"

   Cursed a few times in my heart, Zhou Anan still had a shy smile on his face: "Boss, can it be cheaper?"

   "I'll give you one hundred and one if you want."

   Then he raised his head and looked at the boy who asked the price, the boss dropped ten yuan.

   This kind of brat, don’t kill them.

   "Boss, why did your paint come off here?"

   "Used goods, normal."

   "Boss, how can you move this nail?"

   "Second-hand goods are like this."

   "Boss, why is this corner broken?"

   "If it's not broken, how can it be a second-hand product?"

   "Boss, it's a bit broken here too."

  “.”

   "Boy, do you want it?"

   The boss, who was annoyed by the question, threw away the wrench in his hand, turned around and asked about this boy with no hair yet, with a fierce expression on his face.

   "Yes, of course. It's just that the boss, why do you ask for a hundred and one for such a broken shelf? The new one is only a hundred or so."

  Secretly, he shook the dangling wooden shelf vigorously, and Zhou Anan looked at him with an innocent smile.

  Hands are a bit sour, but this shelf is really thick.

   "Then how much do you say?"

   Resisting the urge to drive people away, the boss calmed down a bit and asked.

   "Thirty."

   Seeing that the boss didn't say anything to drive people away, Zhou Anan expressed his psychological price.

  (end of this chapter)