Chen Yang and Shen Xue were immersed in the joy of making money, but they didn't know that at the dormitory of Hongxing Machinery Factory in Qinghe City, over a hundred kilometers away.
Zhang Weiyang looked at the pile of old radios in front of him with a troubled expression.
The reason was simple: he was out of money!
Chen Yang had given him a thousand yuan, and after setting aside what was needed for his father's dialysis, he had used the rest to buy old radios.
Depending on the degree of damage, they ranged from five yuan to over twenty yuan. Since Chen Yang had entrusted him with this business, he had already collected over forty old radios.
However, although this young man had a keen business sense, he hadn't fully awakened yet.
He just bought them all up and started repairing them himself, asking his master for help when he couldn't fix them.
As a result, he had been so busy acquiring and repairing old radios that he hadn't even thought about selling them.
This led to a problem: a break in the cash flow!
He had no money left to buy more goods from the scrap collectors.
"Chen Yang, you are my brother."
"How could you trust me so much, leaving me with a thousand yuan? So many days have passed, aren't you afraid I'll run off with the money?"
"My dear elder brother, hurry and save me! The scrap collectors are already blocking my doorstep."
At first, Zhang Weiyang thought this business was easy to do. He could immediately see the huge profit margin in refurbishing second-hand radios.
But now, as he was actually practicing it, he realized he couldn't find any buyers!
The radios were repaired, but he couldn't just stop everyone on the street and ask if they wanted to buy a radio, who would believe him!
There were still many people who needed radios back then, but the problem was that Zhang Weiyang didn't know how to find them.
The most troublesome thing was that when he bought the old, damaged radios from the scrap collectors, Zhang Weiyang had told them to bring him any they found.
Zhang Weiyang thought Chen Yang would come over soon, and the sales problem would be easily solved, allowing him to buy more goods.
Even though they had only met once, Zhang Weiyang was already full of admiration for Chen Yang. In his heart, Chen Yang was omnipotent.
But he never expected that after so many days had passed, Chen Yang hadn't even come to see him once, and he had so confidently handed over a thousand yuan to him.
Zhang Weiyang was touched by Chen Yang's trust, but he was now even more terrified. He feared that the scrap collectors blocking his door would beat him to death.
These scrap collectors had already acquired quite a few old radios. If he didn't buy them from them, these people wouldn't let him off.
"Zhang Weiyang, I know you're inside. Open the door quickly, and I promise I won't beat you to death."
"I have over ten broken radios on hand, that's over a hundred yuan. If you don't take them, I'll bang my head against your door today."
Old Liu, the scrap collector, was almost in tears. He had over ten radios stuck on his hands, worth more than a hundred yuan. If Zhang Weiyang didn't buy them, they would be just scrap metal to him. How could he not be anxious?
Zhang Weiyang heard the hammering on the door stop and, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Old Liu's heartbroken cries.
At this point, he couldn't sit still either.
"Creak~"
As soon as Zhang Weiyang opened the door, Old Liu, who was crying with snot and tears, grabbed him by the collar.
"Zhang, if you don't resolve these radios, I'll bang my head against your door today."
Old Liu gritted his teeth. He had helped Zhang Weiyang collect old radios for the past few days, making a yuan on each one. He thought he was going to make a fortune.
But unexpectedly, Zhang Weiyang ran out of money. He now had over ten radios on his hands. Forget about the dozens of yuan he was supposed to earn; his capital was gone.
"Old Liu, if I had money, wouldn't I give it to you?"
"I only have repaired radios right now. I haven't sold any yet. If I sell them, then I'll have money for you."
"How about this, I'll trade you these good radios. Look, they work and can receive broadcasts. You can take them out and sell them for fifty yuan each. For every one you sell, I'll give you a yuan, and the rest will be used to buy your old goods."
Zhang Weiyang opened the radio he was holding. After a burst of static, a voice came out.
"The East is Red, the Sun Rises, the East rises..."
Old Liu looked at the radio in Zhang Weiyang's hand. He recognized it. Wasn't this the one he had collected a few days ago for Zhang Weiyang? He bought it for ten yuan and sold it to Zhang Weiyang for eleven.
Could this really sell for fifty yuan?
But it could indeed make noise!
A few days ago, Old Zhou's son in his courtyard got married, and he bought a new radio. He heard it cost over a hundred and twenty yuan, and they had to go through a lot of trouble and pull strings to get industrial coupons.
It seemed that the radio was similar to the one Zhang Weiyang was holding. If they wiped off the dust, it would look even more alike.
It seemed that Old Chang's son, who always had mice in his yard, was also getting married and needed a radio. Fifty yuan was much cheaper than a hundred and twenty, and it didn't require industrial coupons.
There was also Li Dazhuang, a bachelor in his thirties, who was rumored to be getting married. Would he also need a radio?
"I have radios here. If you want money, take the good ones and sell them. That way, you can still make money, and I'll have money to buy your old ones."
"Otherwise, even if you bang your head to death here, I can't help you."
Zhang Weiyang watched the thoughtful Old Liu. He had to admit, this old man might actually be able to sell them.
He went door-to-door collecting scrap every day and knew more people than him. Perhaps he knew a few people who needed radios.
"Then give me two. I'll leave these old radios with you as collateral. When I sell them, I'll come back to settle the accounts."
Old Liu took the radios from Zhang Weiyang, put his ear close to the speaker, and listened carefully. It was the song that Old Zhou's son played every day.
He was afraid that everyone in the courtyard would know that his family had a radio, showing off.
Seeing Old Liu's expression, Zhang Weiyang knew there was hope!
He quickly went back to get two more and gave them to Old Liu. Two wasn't enough, but if it weren't for the fact that the pile of old radios Old Liu brought was only worth the price of three good radios,
he wished Old Liu would take all the repaired radios and help him sell them.
"Sell these three and come back to settle the accounts. This Panda brand is brand new and a well-known brand. If someone wants it, sell it for seventy. If you sell this one, I'll give you two yuan. The other two are fifty each, and I'll give you one yuan for each sold."
Zhang Weiyang turned on the switches and tuned the frequencies before handing them over to Old Liu. Listening to the sounds coming from the radios, Old Liu felt delighted.
Today, he would also play the radio at home and let everyone in the courtyard know that he, Old Liu, could also afford to listen to the radio.
After tricking Old Liu away, Zhang Weiyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He could only pray that Old Liu could sell these few radios. Otherwise, he had no idea what he would do next time.
"Chen Yang, Chen Yang, you are my elder brother, no, you are my father now. Hurry and save me."
Zhang Weiyang was almost in tears. What would he do if these things really got stuck in his hands?
"Ha~ Qiu~"
At the same time, Chen Yang, watching his wife happily count money, suddenly yawned.
"Who's thinking of me? It's summertime, why is my back getting cold?"
Chen Yang looked puzzled. It was thirty-five or thirty-six degrees Celsius. He couldn't have caught a cold. Someone must be thinking of him!