Chapter 611: Enlightenment of Wishful Thinking

Chapter 611: Enlightenment of Wishful Thinking

Chapter 611: Enlightenment of Wishful Thinking
Bai Xiuwen returned to the scrap yard.

Along the way, my mind was full of thoughts and I was still bothered by what the uncle said.

It is impossible not to be moved by the thousands of mistakes. Looking back now, Bai Xiuwen regretted it more than once.

I regret that I rejected you so decisively without giving it any thought. If I could do it again, I might wait two days before replying.

"Alas, it's fate." Bai Xiuwen pretended to be open-minded.

No matter how hard you pretend, you can't deceive your heart.

After work, Bai Xiuwen told Li Kailang about the follow-up events.

"Brother Li, don't you think I should refuse? Thousands of dollars, how long will it take me to save it?"

Li Kailang looked at Bai Xiuwen with some surprise: "Why do you think so? I was thinking that your refusal was good."

"Huh?" Now it was Bai Xiuwen's turn to be confused: "Why?"

Seeing that Bai Xiuwen was really confused, Li Kailang explained one by one.

"What are you going to do with all that money?"

"Of course I'll save it."

"Look, if you have money but don't use it, then you can save it. What's the difference between that and having no money? Besides, no matter how much money you have, what can you buy without tickets?"

These words instantly opened up Bai Xiuwen's mind, and he clapped his hands: "Yes! It's useless to have money without tickets."

But then I thought again: "But more money is better than no money."

"You are in your prime now. Don't you think you can't make that much money? Do the math yourself."

Immediately, Bai Xiuwen lowered his head and began to calculate. After deducting the expenses from the monthly income, the most stable income was 30 yuan a month, which would be 360 ​​yuan a year, and 3600 yuan in ten years.

Of course, the actual earnings are much higher than this, and it would take 30 years to catch up.

That uncle is at least 50 years old. Bai Xiuwen will be about the same age as him 30 years later, so it is not too far away.

"Look, after all, that old man isn't much better than you. Why are you looking for trouble and finding yourself a pensioner for nothing?"

"Yes, Brother Li is right." Bai Xiuwen suddenly realized.

"This uncle wants to tie you down with a few thousand dollars. What a joke. This money may seem like a lot, but you can earn it yourself in the future. It's just a matter of time."

"Can I earn that too? But it's not easy to earn so much."

"No one's money comes from the wind. If you think it's too slow, you can open your own scrap yard in the future, and maybe you can make more money."

"Brother Li, please stop joking. I can't afford to open a scrapyard. Besides, the scrapyard is now owned by the government."

Li Kailang patted Bai Xiuwen on the shoulder and said, "If you don't have money to open it, I can lend it to you when the time comes."

"As for the scrapyard being public, it's true now, but it may not be certain in the future."

"Let me ask you one question: do you want to open a scrap yard of your own in the future?"

"Yes, of course I do!" Bai Xiuwen was in high spirits when he mentioned this.

He is just a small scrap collector, but right after he started working there he can get salary + dividends + extra income every month. Which factory can offer this?

Moreover, he is the lowest-level scrap collector, and his dividends are not as much as those of the stationmaster and a few uncles. They are the ones who get the bulk of the dividends and can get money even without doing any work.

"I can't even imagine how much money I could make if I could open my own scrap yard." Bai Xiuwen couldn't help but chuckle.

After some counseling, Bai Xiuwen felt much better and even had plans for the future.

"Thank you, Brother Li."

"You're welcome."

After some final pleasantries, Bai Xiuwen went home to cook.

Watching Bai Xiuwen's back as he left, Li Kailang was lost in thought.

“I don’t know what to do in the future.”

Li Kailang's initial plan was to work directly in a steel rolling mill workshop after graduating from night university.

On the one hand, we accumulate work, and on the other hand, we make the drawings signed in from the system one by one.

But this can't last for more than three to five years, and the most difficult times will come again. The higher the status, the more difficult it is to deal with.

Should I protect myself or leave here and start over somewhere else?

"Forget it, why think so much? We can deal with it when the time comes."

Shaking his head to get rid of the thought, Li Kailang went to cook.

the other side.

"What a shame, this guy really didn't even know how to pick up the pie that fell from the sky."

"I am an old man with only a few years left to live. It doesn't matter if the inheritance of a large sum of money is just to support me in my old age."

"It's just a matter of a few years of hardship. You're young now, but when you're older and have experienced the hardships, you'll realize how good I am."

The uncle shook his head and sneered at Bai Xiuwen's refusal.

I just say that, but I don’t think so in my heart.

"No, I haven't met such a good person in several years. If I let him go, I don't know when I will find the next one."

"I'm already old, I really can't hold on any longer. Maybe the young man just hasn't thought it through, and he might regret it when he goes back."

"Yes, that's right. Give him some time to think about it today, and then go to the scrap yard to ask him tomorrow."

The uncle was immersed in his own fantasy.

the next day.

The uncle blocked Bai Xiuwen at the door of the scrap yard and immediately smiled happily.

"Young man, do you regret it? It's not too late to regret it now. I can give you another chance to repeat it."

"You have to think carefully this time. Answer me after you have thought it through. I don't have many years left to live, and you can't take care of me for long."

"In just a few years, you can earn a lot of money. It's hard to come by such a good thing. If you come to my village, you won't find such a store."

The uncle patiently persuaded Bai Xiuwen to change his mind.

At a certain moment, Bai Xiuwen did intend to go back on his word, but after being enlightened by Li Kailang, his heart became extremely firm.

"Uncle, forget it. Yesterday's answer is my answer now. If you didn't hear it clearly, I can say it again."

Bai Xiuwen pointed at himself and said, "I, Bai Xiuwen, have no intention of providing for others in their old age. Even if you are rich, it has nothing to do with me."

"Your money is your money. I won't take care of other people's retirement just for money. Even if you are rich, it is not mine."

"Uncle, do you understand now? If you understand, please go back. I still have work to do, so I won't say any more to you."

After saying that, Bai Xiuwen stepped in resolutely.

"Hey? Have you really thought about this?"

This time it was the uncle's turn to be at a loss: "How come this is completely different from what I thought yesterday."

"Xiaobai, what's going on with that person outside?" Master Xiao asked curiously.

"An uncle I don't know who wants me to take care of him in his old age."

"Retirement? What? They actually asked you to take care of him. What the hell? I'll teach him a lesson."

Bai Xiuwen quickly grabbed Master Xiao and said, "Master Xiao, don't bother him. He will leave by himself soon."

"That won't work. What the hell, you are being asked to take care of me in my old age without even knowing me. How dare you think that!"

"That's right, my father-in-law didn't even ask me to take care of him in his old age. How can a person who doesn't know anything ask you to take care of him in his old age? Isn't this just taking advantage of the fact that there is no one in our scrap yard?"

Immediately, everyone was ready to go out and deal with the old man.

"That's really not necessary, Master." Bai Xiuwen couldn't stop him.

But when everyone got outside, they didn't see the uncle.

"This dog is fast, but if he dares to run slower, I will beat him to a pulp."

The group of people then went back to work. Bai Xiuwen packed up and rode his tricycle out to collect waste.

"Collecting junk——"

"I collect scrap copper and iron, books, newspapers, wine bottles, toothpaste, and shoe soles!"

Bai Xiuwen's deep voice echoed in the alley.

After collecting waste from alley after alley, Bai Xiuwen once again came to the uncle's alley.

Originally, Bai Xiuwen wanted to just leave, out of sight, out of mind, so he raised his foot and suddenly stopped.

"Since this uncle has such a great background and has so many antiques at home, maybe someone around his house has stolen his things."

When Bai Xiuwen thought of this, he became excited. After all, not many people knew antiques, so he wouldn't lose much money if he bought them as junk.

Bai Xiuwen finally came to this point, and many people immediately advised him not to collect antiques indiscriminately.

But things have come to this point, and there is no point in saying anything.

Immediately, Bai Xiuwen shouted at the top of his voice: "Collecting junk! Collecting old items!"

"Hey, this kid knows he's wrong and comes to find me!"

The uncle, who had just returned home, immediately smiled when he heard the familiar voice.

"This kid, he was too embarrassed to say it because there were so many people around, but now he is here to apologize. Young people just can't save face."

The more the uncle thought about it, the more he felt that what he thought was right. He immediately opened the door, sat upright at home, and waited for Bai Xiuwen to come and apologize.

"Young man, I'll give you one more chance, you have to seize it."

The uncle crossed his legs, hummed a little tune and waited for Bai Xiuwen to come.

Outside, Bai Xiuwen passed by houses one after another.

"Hey, young man, you said you want to buy old stuff, but what counts as old stuff?" an old woman asked.

Hearing the old woman say this, Bai Xiuwen felt that there must be something in her house, but he was just not sure.

"Old stuff is something that's a little older. The older, the better. If you're not sure, just take it out and show it to me."

Bai Xiuwen actually didn’t understand it either, but everyone has that moment.

When the old woman heard Bai Xiuwen say this, she hesitated for a while and said, "Okay, I'll take it out and show it to you."

"Okay, I'll wait for you here."

"Are you a rag collector?" an old lady poked her head out and asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, I happen to have a bag here, let me know how much it's worth." The old lady came out dragging a bag of garbage.

While waiting, Bai Xiuwen also collected the junk.

Soon, the money was settled and the old woman came out: "Young man, come in with me."

"Oh, here we come."

Bai Xiuwen immediately followed the old woman in.

As soon as he entered the yard, many people looked him up and down.

"This guy is here to collect junk."

"Ah, a rag collector." When everyone heard that it was a rag collector, they didn't care much.

Bai Xiuwen followed the old woman into the house, and she took out something wrapped in old cloth from the inner room.

When I opened the old cloth, I saw a bundle of paper. The paper looked yellow and old, and it must be quite old.

At just one glance, Bai Xiuwen felt that this thing was quite old.

When the bundle of paper was opened, it turned out to be a copybook of calligraphy, in cursive script.

Bai Xiuwen looked at every cursive character on the copybook, as if he was reading a book written in heaven. He couldn't understand anything. It was really too difficult to understand.

Bai Xiuwen didn't understand what the characters were, but he saw a seal and the author's signature on the copybook, so he knew it must be a real copybook.

As for whether it is old, Bai Xiuwen looks at the material and time of the copybook.

After careful research, I couldn't come up with anything, but I just felt that this thing was real.

The old woman's heart was pounding as she watched Bai Xiuwen examine it. There was no use keeping the calligraphy sticker at home, so she might as well sell it for money.

"Young man, what do you think? Do you want to accept this?" The old woman didn't know anything about antique calligraphy and paintings.

Bai Xiuwen thought that the calligraphy should be authentic: "I'll take it, of course, but this old thing of yours is old and broken. If it were complete, it might be worth more money."

"It's so broken, and the price is so discounted, so I just treat it as a piece of junk and take it home to play with."

When she said this, the old woman panicked: "It's all my fault. Why didn't I just be more careful and protect it well?"

The old woman was so angry that she wanted to throw the calligraphy piece to the ground, and Bai Xiuwen was so scared that he caught it immediately, determined not to damage it any further.

"Old lady, I can take this calligraphy, but let's make it clear first, I will only pay 3 yuan for it at most."

"If you think it's too little, you can go to the trust store and ask the master to take a look."

"No, it's you. Why would an old woman like me go to a trust store?"

From the old lady's point of view, it was pointless to go to the Friendship Store to have a look. If the price they offered was not high, she would be at a loss.

The old woman now just wants to sell it quickly for money.

Seeing that the old woman agreed, Bai Xiuwen couldn't help but feel happy, but he still held it back.

"That's fine. This copybook is only 3 yuan. Let me tell you first, I'm buying this thing as junk."

"Chengcheng."

Seeing that the old woman agreed, Bai Xiuwen gave her the money without hesitation.

This made the old lady hesitate, and Bai Xiuwen hurriedly asked: "What's the matter, old lady? Do you think it's too little? If so, you can go to the trust store to have a look."

After saying that, Bai Xiuwen was ready to leave without hesitation. He didn't recognize the calligraphy sticker anyway, so he didn't feel bad whether he took it or not.

"Hey, take it, young man."

After handing over the money and receiving the calligraphy, Bai Xiuwen received it and put it away happily.

"Okay, we've settled the deal, and I'll be leaving now."

"Hey, please run for me, young man."

"You're welcome. If you need any junk in the future, you can always come to me."

Bai Xiuwen smiled, took the calligraphy and left.

Outside, there were two people selling junk. When they saw Bai Xiuwen coming out, they immediately waved and called out.

"Oh, here it comes." Bai Xiuwen hurried over to collect the junk and put away the copybook first.

After collecting the junk, Bai Xiuwen rode away on his tricycle and hurried to the trust store to have someone check whether it was real.

It doesn’t matter if it’s fake, it won’t cost much anyway.

at the same time.

The uncle sat upright for a long time, but Bai Xiuwen did not arrive.

"What's going on? Why aren't you yelling? Are you too embarrassed to admit it?"

The uncle sneered: "This young man is young and cares about his reputation, so he should be touched. He is far from being as patient as me."

The uncle continued to wait slowly until the sun was overhead, but he still didn't hear Bai Xiuwen's voice.

The uncle then realized that Bai Xiuwen didn't care about him at all.

He ran out immediately, but Bai Xiuwen was nowhere to be seen.

"No! If I had known I would have gone out to look for him!"

(End of this chapter)