Chapter 6

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Chen Mo had long known that the storeroom of Chen Lao's shop was piled high with broken electrical parts. He had advised Chen Lao many times to get rid of these things. Several times, scrap collectors had come to collect them, but Chen Lao would always back out after hearing the price. At the time, Chen Mo was very curious and asked Chen Lao why he wouldn't sell them. Chen Lao, somewhat displeased, replied, "These scrap collectors want to buy the treasures I've saved up over the years as if they were plastic. Isn't that just treating me like a fool?"

Chen Mo knew that these electrical parts contained many copper wires and metals. If they were sold as plastic waste, it would indeed be a loss. At the time, he smiled and nodded, no longer questioning Chen Lao's decision to wait for a better price.

Several years passed, and the electrical parts in Chen Lao's shop continued to accumulate, filling two rooms. Today, Chen Lao finally decided to sell them. Seeing the happy look on his face, Chen Mo guessed that he was quite satisfied with the purchase price.

Chen Mo originally thought that the price offered this time would be higher than that of plastic waste, but not by much. However, when he saw the scrap collector hand over more than ten hundred-yuan bills to Chen Lao, he realized he was wrong.

Chen Mo approached curiously. He looked at the over a thousand yuan in Chen Lao's hand and couldn't help but ask softly, "Grandpa Chen, did you really get so much money for your scrap?"

Chen Lao moistened his finger with his saliva and counted the money while smiling, "Yes, the person who came this time knows the value, so the price was naturally higher. I got 1,500 yuan for 3,000 pounds of scrap!"

Chen Mo was immediately stunned. He quickly calculated the price per pound in his head—fifty cents per pound!

Chen Mo was puzzled and asked, "Grandpa Chen, if I remember correctly, plastic waste is only twenty cents per pound. How could you get sixty cents per pound?"

Chen Lao put the counted money into his pocket and turned to Chen Mo, "Xiao Mo, these scraps are treasures. They contain not only copper but also other metals. The scrap collectors will separate them after buying them, selling the metals and plastics separately to increase their profits. Otherwise, why would they offer such a high price?"

Chen Mo's heart stirred. He stared at the electrical parts for a while, then thought for a moment and whispered to Chen Lao, "Grandpa Chen, why don't you sell these scraps to me? I'll give you an extra two hundred yuan, okay?"

Chen Lao was immediately stunned. After a moment, he uncertainly said, "Xiao Mo, you're doing well in school. Why would you want to collect scrap? Don't joke with Grandpa Chen."

In most people's eyes, collecting scrap was a lowly job, looked down upon. Chen Mo's academic performance was well-known in town, and his family wasn't poor. Why would he want to collect scrap? Chen Lao thought Chen Mo was joking.

Chen Lao continued, "Besides, I've already taken the money. In business, trust is important. Do you want me to return the money to them?"

Chen Mo chuckled and began to negotiate with Chen Lao...

Ten minutes later, the scrap collectors left in their truck, the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard still grumbling.

After the truck left, Chen Lao sighed, "Xiao Mo, you've ruined my reputation..."

Chen Mo chuckled, "Grandpa Chen, compared to your reputation, the actual benefits you gained are much greater. What's there to sigh about?"

Chen Lao patted Chen Mo's head, "I never realized you had such a silver tongue. Although we have a good relationship, business is business. You can't let Grandpa Chen lose out."

Chen Mo smiled and nodded, "You can rest assured, I won't let you lose out! Wait here, I'll go get the money—oh, and I'll bring the tricycle to transport the scrap. It's better to store it at my place so it doesn't take up space here."

Chen Mo turned and ran home. Watching his retreating figure, Chen Lao couldn't help but recall what Chen Mo had said: "We're so familiar, and I'm offering more money than they are. What's wrong with you selling to me? The so-called lack of trust is just a facade. What's more practical than getting more actual benefits and helping an old friend? Your reputation is already good, and this won't make people talk. This deal is a win-win for both of us. Who else would you do business with if not me?"

Chen Lao couldn't help but smile, "This kid is almost a genius. But... what does he want with this scrap?"

Chen Mo quickly returned home and asked his mother for money to do business. After hesitating, she gave him the money.

In any other family, Chen Mo's request would not have been granted, but in his parents' eyes, their sensible son never did anything out of line. Since he wanted to do business, they let him. Their capable son wouldn't make a mistake, right?

Chen Mo took the 1,700 yuan his mother gave him and rode the family tricycle out.

At 4:15 PM, Chen Mo brought the last batch of packed scrap home and began his money-making plan.

First, he sorted out the parts that still looked good and checked each one to see what was wrong. He repaired the ones that could be fixed and threw the ones that couldn't be fixed back into the scrap pile.

After a week of careful sorting, it was finally time to harvest. That evening, after dinner, Chen Mo entered the storeroom and began assembling the repaired parts.

The assembly went smoothly, and in less than two hours, five old televisions were assembled. Chen Mo connected the televisions to the power and turned them on. After checking, all five televisions worked perfectly.

Looking at the five televisions assembled from the scrap pile, Chen Mo couldn't help but smile, "Each of these televisions should sell for 300 yuan. The cost is almost recovered!"

If there were more cathode ray tubes, Chen Mo could have assembled a couple more.

Chen Mo moved the televisions to the corner and immediately began dismantling the copper wires from the scrap parts.

Chen Mo, who could solder tiny electronic components on television motherboards, had no trouble dismantling the copper wires from the scrap parts. His movements were quick, and as the fine copper wires were separated, Chen Mo's face was full of smiles. He thought to himself, "I'm getting closer to the computer!"

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