Chapter 465 Inspiration
Chapter 465 Inspiration
With a full harvest, Li Kailang quickly returned to the steel mill.
Go back to your own exclusive study room, close the door, lock the door, and enter the planting space, all in one go.
"Let me see how big the harvest is this time!"
As soon as the thought came to his mind, everything in the ring appeared before his eyes.
There are dozens of items in total, including gold, silver, jewelry, jade, calligraphy and paintings, books, cultural relics and antiques.
Let’s put other things aside for now. The most important things are calligraphy and paintings and antiques. These two are the hardest hit and most likely to be damaged.
Li Kailang took these things out carefully.
"Whoo~"
A painting suddenly split into two, followed by a "crack" and a lacquerware also cracked.
"It's okay, it's okay, time can go back." Li Kailang took a deep breath and adjusted his mood.
I took out all the calligraphy and paintings and unfolded them, and found that several of them were cracked.
"no problem, no problem."
The reason for doing this is to find out which ones need to be reversed, find them all at once, and then reverse and repair them one by one.
Several antique utensils were also broken.
After an inventory, there were more than a dozen that needed to be repaired.
"It's not bad. I can reverse 6 of them every month. It will be done in 3 months."
Li Kailang picked up another painting and put it into the time machine.
【Cracked calligraphy and painting.】
【1.76 years ago, 39 grams of gold were consumed. 】
【2.267 years ago, 93 grams of gold were consumed. 】
【3.498 years ago, 168 grams of gold were consumed. 】
【4.609 years ago, 329 grams of gold were consumed. 】
"Oh, the earliest one is more than 600 years old. It can be traced back to the Yuan Dynasty. I didn't expect this painting to have such a long history. It was not in vain."
Li Kailang was very surprised as he looked at the time flowing backwards. He originally thought it was something from the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty, but he didn't expect it could be traced back so far.
"Unfortunately, all we can tell is that this calligraphy and painting is an antique, but we can't tell what it is specifically called. But it doesn't matter. I can just go to the trust store after get off work and ask."
Li Kailang put it out of his mind and looked at the amount of gold needed. "But, isn't it too much gold for this repair?"
"Is there no other option? What about food? There are still millions of tons of food in the warehouse."
Li Kailang looked at the time machine for a long time but still didn't see any response.
"Swindler, big swindler!"
"You're not going to raise the price just because I got 10 big gold ingots for free? You're a profiteer, a big profiteer!"
Li Kailang was right. The time-travel machine could identify the wealth of its host.
Li Kailang was poor before and looked down upon, but now that he is rich, naturally he wants to be promoted.
This is just like constantly talking about gold on your phone, making the phone mistakenly think that you have money and push more expensive things to you.
"You want my gold? You wish!"
Li Kailang took out the calligraphy and paintings directly, put other calligraphy and paintings and utensils in, and checked them one by one.
Soon, more than a dozen paintings, calligraphy and utensils were checked.
The earliest can be traced back to the end of the Tang Dynasty, and the latest to the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty.
From this we can see that the owner of this tomb was probably a person from the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty.
After the flow was reversed, Li Kailang took the six paintings and calligraphy to flow back. It was useless to be reluctant. He had to give them away. Otherwise, the paintings and calligraphy would be divided into two and would not be worth much.
"Damn it, I still earned it."
Soon, the big yellow croaker was consumed.
This is just the choice of going back in time to the most recent time. If you choose to go back a few hundred years, the gold you want will be more, just a few gold ingots.
After the backflow, Li Kailang took advantage of his lunch break to go to several trust stores to authenticate the specific information of the six paintings.
There are works from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and the creators of their calligraphy and paintings are also well-known.
But for Li Kailang, he had never heard of these authors.
After all, if you are not a practitioner of antique calligraphy and painting, who would remember so many people?
The best way to reflect the value of these calligraphy and paintings is the bids offered by these archaeological experts.
The cheapest calligraphy and painting from the Qing Dynasty is priced at 50 yuan, while the most expensive calligraphy and painting from the Tang Dynasty starts at 200 yuan.
"Comrade, will you buy it? If you want to sell it, I'll buy it. To be honest, I like it very much."
"The price offered by this trust store is not high. I really want it. If you sell it to me, I can pay more." The archaeologist stared at Li Kailang nakedly.
Li Kailang smiled and said, "I'm sorry, this calligraphy and painting was handed down from my ancestors. I won't sell it. I'll just treat it as a family heirloom and leave it to the next generation."
After saying that, Li Kailang took the calligraphy and paintings and left the trust store, wandering through the streets and alleys to avoid the pursuers.
Looking at the things on the ring, Li Kailang was even more delighted, "I made a lot of money. This is one step closer to my cultural relics museum."
With a lot of harvest, Li Kailang returned to work at the steel rolling mill.
the other side.
Bai Xiuwen, who was collecting waste, saw that it was noon, so he hurried home to cook for Bai Chi.
Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure on the road, holding a bunch of machines in his hands.
"Isn't this Cui Yuan from the front yard? Why is he here after get off work?"
Bai Xiuwen didn't know that Cui Yuan worked part-time in the repair shop. After all, one was in the front yard and the other in the back room, so the two of them only had time to say hello in the morning.
Sometimes I would see Cui Yuan repairing machines, but I would just think they were his own machines and never thought about doing a part-time job.
Bai Xiuwen followed curiously and saw Cui Yuan enter a repair shop.
Cui Yuan had a very pleasant conversation with Liao Wanxiang, the owner of the repair shop. After a few words, Liao Wanxiang took out a few dollars and gave it to Cui Yuan, who took the money and left.
This made Bai Xiuwen even more curious, and he returned a large sum of money to Li Kailang.
It feels bad to owe someone money. I have to face it every day when I wake up. Bai Xiuwen naturally wants to pay it back as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Bai Xiuwen watched Cui Yuan leave, and then hurriedly went to ask Liao Wanxiang about the situation.
"Comrade, was that man here to sell machines?"
Liao Wanxiang saw that Bai Xiuwen was dirty and thought he was a refugee. "Go, go, go. This is none of your business. Don't meddle in other people's business."
"Oh, no, comrade, I'm just asking, it shouldn't be that serious, right? Shouldn't that person sell the machine to a scrap yard? Why did he sell it to you?"
Liao Wanxiang said unhappily: "Young man, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. It's been repaired, not scrapped. Do you understand?"
"I'm sorry, comrade. I really don't understand. Can you make money by repairing things?"
Liao Wanxiang looked at Bai Xiuwen unhappily: "No, why are you talking so much? What do you do? If it's none of your business, don't mind it. Just leave."
As he said that, Liao Wanxiang pushed Bai Xiuwen away.
"Boss, I'm a junk collector."
"From the scrap yard?"
"Here. My car is parked right there."
When Liao Wanxiang saw the truck full of waste, he immediately smiled and said, "So you are a brother from the station. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Look, I almost misunderstood you."
Bai Xiuwen was even more confused when he saw Liao Wanxiang's sudden change of expression.
Liao Wanxiang said with a smile: "Comrade, if you have any spare parts in your car, can you sell them to me? I will buy them at a high price and I will definitely not let you suffer a loss."
After saying that, Liao Wanxiang went towards the tricycle and searched the car, but couldn't find a machine.
"No, comrade, you are here to sell spare parts, right? How come there is not a single spare part in the car?"
"I didn't say I had spare parts, comrade, what do you mean by that?" "You don't understand?"
"I don't understand." Bai Xiuwen shook his head.
"newcomer?"
"Yeah, it wasn't long ago."
"No wonder you don't understand. Don't worry about anything else. Just remember one thing. If you need any machine parts in the future, don't send them back to the station. Sell them to me. I will give you a good price and won't let you suffer any loss."
"Why?"
"There's no reason. Just listen to me and sell me any spare parts you have. OK, I won't keep you here in the middle of the day. Go home and eat."
After saying that, Liao Wanxiang went back to the house to eat, leaving Bai Xiuwen puzzled, and rode away on his bike.
"This is not clear, what does it mean?"
Bai Xiuwen touched his head and left. If it wasn't late, he would have gotten to the bottom of the matter. Now he had to go back and cook for Bai Chi.
After lunch break.
Bai Xiuwen returned to the scrap collection station and recorded the morning's harvest.
Seeing that the foreman, Brother Wu, was not there, and the shift supervisor, Master Xiao, was also not there, he could only go to the warehouse keeper, Uncle Lin, to ask about the situation.
Uncle Lin said angrily, "Oh my god, this repair shop owner is really dishonest. He actually wants to steal my business. Which repair shop is this? When he comes next time, I will raise his price to make him more careful."
"Uncle Lin, is there any trick here?" Bai Xiuwen asked.
Uncle Lin, who had some free time, explained to Bai Xiuwen: "Let me explain it to you briefly. Does repairing something require parts?"
Bai Xiuwen nodded and listened attentively.
"Some of these parts will break down, and if they do, we can't buy a new machine to replace them, so we can only use other machine parts to replace them."
"We have a lot of spare parts at our scrap yard, and repair shops come to our scrap yard every month to buy a batch of spare parts. This is one of the ways we make money."
"If you come to the scrap yard to buy it, the price will naturally be higher than if you sell it to him yourself. He is taking away our scrap yard's business and affecting everyone's welfare!"
"Benefits? What benefits?" Bai Xiuwen asked again.
"You don't know?" Uncle Lin slapped his head, "Oh, I almost forgot that you just came and haven't distributed any benefits yet."
"I told you, at the end of the month, we'll give you money. It's not just your salary, but also the dividends from the station, plus the little money you make outside, so at least 30 yuan a month."
Workers like Bai Xiuwen who go out to collect waste can earn the following money every month: basic salary of 22 yuan + profit from the price difference + dividends from the station.
The dividends in this station are easy to understand. They are the money that other people earn from buying waste products at the station, such as newspapers, furniture, spare parts and other things.
All the money earned from buying these things will be confiscated, and everyone will share it at the end of the month, making a small profit.
All things added up, it's at least 30 yuan a month. When business is good, or is not a problem. This is the unknown way that scrap yards make money.
You can earn more than 30 yuan right away, which is no worse than the first-level workers in the factory. It’s less than three years of apprenticeship, and you can earn two or three hundred more in three years.
"So that's how it is." After listening to Uncle Lin's detailed explanation, Bai Xiuwen suddenly realized.
I thought to myself: 'I thought I had figured out the trick, but I didn't expect there is still something else. I am too superficial.'
Uncle Lin didn't notice Bai Xiuwen's expression and continued, "Hey, we still make too little money. The people who make the most money are those in the repair shop. It's amazing to have skills."
"We buy parts for 10 cents, and they can sell them for 30 or 50 cents. If they repair them, they can make 1 or 2 dollars. They make more money than us."
"It's a pity. There aren't many people in our station who can do repairs. It's ok to tinker with it and make some simple things for your own use, but if you want to sell it, that's not possible."
Bai Xiuwen's eyes lit up, "Uncle Lin, you think I can make more money by doing maintenance?"
"Yes, look at that bicycle. We can't fix it, so people sell it to our scrap yard for about ten yuan. If you can fix it, you can sell it for at least a hundred yuan."
"I can make at least 70 or 80 yuan from this trip. And the radio and furniture can also make a lot of money if they can be repaired."
Uncle Lin told Bai Xiuwen some real cases, which made his eyes light up and an idea arise in his mind.
"Could it be that this is the trick? If I know how to do maintenance, I can make more money. I originally thought I could pay it off in two years at the fastest, but now it can be paid off in one year?"
Thinking of this, Bai Xiuwen said, "Uncle Lin, is there no one in our station who can do maintenance?"
"Well, how should I put it? There is no real repair service, so everyone just tinkers with it and fixes it themselves. It's fine for personal use, but it's hard to sell."
"The repairs are very crude. They are usable but ugly, and they break down from time to time, so no one wants to buy them. Why do you want to learn how to repair them?"
Bai Xiuwen nodded heavily: "Uncle Lin, I want to learn."
Uncle Lin supported him, "Okay, our scrap yard is in need of people like you. If you want to learn, I support you. I will approve whatever you want to practice at the yard."
"Our station is in need of passionate and energetic young people like you. They are all too old and can't learn. I have confidence in you!"
"It's just Uncle Lin, I don't know how to repair it?"
"That's okay. Just try to learn some simple techniques first. I'll ask other masters to teach you when they have time. Just try to learn first. If you can do it, I'll find a way."
Uncle Lin was still very rational. He did not let Bai Xiuwen do the repairs directly, but asked other masters to teach him first.
If Bai Xiuwen is interested in maintenance and has the ability in this area, he can find someone to teach him.
Uncle Lin gave a warning first: "Our master doesn't know much either. It will depend more on your own talent in the future."
"Thank you, Uncle Lin."
"Don't be polite. All of this depends on you. You better work hard."
"Yeah." Bai Xiuwen nodded heavily, thinking about what Li Kailang had said at the beginning. Perhaps this is where he can make a lot of money.
However, Bai Xiuwen is still very worried. The technicians in the station can only do simple repairs. If he wants to be able to sell the products, he cannot rely solely on the scrap yard.
"It seems that we still have to find Brother Li to find a solution."
When Li Kailang got off work, Bai Xiuwen went to talk to him about something.
"Wow, I didn't expect you to find out after all. I thought it would take at least a month or two to find out."
Bai Xiuwen touched his head and said, "This is all thanks to Cui Yuan. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have discovered it."
As he said this, he told him what he saw at noon.
Li Kailang nodded: "It was just by accident that you discovered it, but it was only a matter of time. Since you want to learn, I will naturally support you."
"This repair skill is the best for you. It's not difficult to repair. You have plenty of opportunities to practice at the scrap yard. Once you learn it, it will be easier for you to make money."
"Well, you can learn maintenance from the master in your station first. I will give you some basic maintenance books. You can read them first, and I will teach you how to repair them on the weekend."
"Thank you for the trouble." Bai Xiuwen said gratefully.
"You're welcome. You earned this all by yourself. I didn't help much." Li Kailang waved his hand.
"By the way, I wonder if I can specialize in electrical maintenance like Cui Yuan did."
Bai Xiuwen was very tempted when he saw Cui Yuan making so much money.
Li Kailang shook his head: "No need, you and Cui Yuan are different. He works as an electrician in the steel mill. Just be an electrician."
"You have a lot of treasures worth repairing at the scrapyard. It would be a waste of your talent to be an electrician, and it would delay your earning money."
Bai Xiuwen still wanted to insist, but Li Kailang's words made him give up the idea.
"He's a professional electrician. No matter how talented you are, do you think you can beat him? No matter how good you are, he has a master to back him up. Do you have that? Why bother to compare yourself with others on this point?"
"You have electrical, carpentry, bricklaying and other maintenance skills, which are better than coming here alone. Being a jack of all trades is your best choice. Are you going to give up the treasures in the scrap yard?"
Being a jack of all trades, he is not good at anything and is not good at any one aspect. But for Bai Xiuwen, this aspect is what belongs to him the most.
He has no system plug-ins and no master to teach him. He relies purely on self-study to master one skill. How can he succeed?
Bai Xiuwen lowered his head and thought for a while, and felt that what Li Kailang said made sense.
"That's true. Okay, I'll listen to Brother Li."
"That's right. Why don't you just give the machine you don't know how to use to Cui Yuanxiu? Wouldn't it be better for you to earn a commission?"
"I'll hold the book for you first. Go back and read it. I'll come and teach you on the weekend."
As he spoke, Li Kailang took out a basic book that had been gathering dust for several months and handed it to Bai Xiuwen.
Bai Xiuwen took the book home to read.
(End of this chapter)