PDLP Chapter 56 Igniting the Fire, Spreading Rumors
Chapter 56 Igniting the Fire, Spreading Rumors
Just as Lin Yuanshan and Wu Shih-hao were together, preparing to close up shop at 10 o'clock and head to the restaurant for a banquet.
Tongzhou Street, back alley of No. 117, Yuanshan Plastics.
Limping Rong, who was in charge of overseeing the overall situation and arranging the factory's production, was carefully adjusting the KM250 that he had just bought yesterday. Wang Cai and the other two anxiously squeezed to the side, watching eagerly as Limping Rong adjusted a loose screw.
"Ah Rong, are you all better yet?"
"You've been adjusting this machine since 5:30, before dawn." Chen Bing, who sells molds and prides himself on his knowledge of machines, finally couldn't hold back any longer: "It's almost nine o'clock now, and you still haven't finished adjusting it?"
"I've used 25 tons of Japanese goods before."
"I've heard of this German-made machine before, but this is my first time handling it. I'll definitely study it thoroughly before putting it into production." Limping Rong fiddled with the hydraulic rod as he spoke, while beckoning Wai-zai to bring over the oil can.
Wang Cai grew impatient and tapped his watch. "Excuse me, gentlemen, I have an appointment. I'll be leaving now."
As soon as Wang Cai left, Lin Qiang snatched the oil can from Wai Zai's hand and handed it to Bo Rong: "Brother Rong, how about this, I gathered 2 tons of waste last night."
"You can take it now. It's only 130 yuan in total. Your factory is big and powerful; you don't need to worry about such a small amount, do you?"
"No!" Limping Rong, holding the oil jug, stubbornly refused: "Master Yuan instructed that we can only continue collecting after we finish the existing materials."
Besides, there's nowhere to put it right now. We can't just leave it out on the street, can we?
"You can store it in my warehouse." Lin Qiang smiled ingratiatingly, inwardly cursing the paltry profit of a few dozen yuan: "We're all doing business on the same street because of fate. What's wrong with borrowing my warehouse?"
"Boss Lin, I'm nominally the factory manager, but in reality, I'm just an employee." Limping Rong remembered Lin Yuanshan's instructions when he sent someone to his door last night: "Please don't make things difficult for me. Please lift your leg a little; I'm going to add some machine oil here."
According to the instructions given by Lin Yuanshan's men, they were neither allowed to refuse to accept materials nor allowed to accept them. Any problems would be pushed onto the boss, and the group would be kept in limbo.
Having no other choice, Lin Qiang called over Chen Bing, and the two of them shook their heads repeatedly as they slowly walked out.
Fa Kee's factory is only 300 square feet. It has two injection molding machines, one large and one small, as well as some pre-processed materials ready for the machines. There is not much space left to walk around.
This morning, apart from Wang Cai and the other two, who were able to go in and talk to Bo Rong because of their "friendship" with Lin Yuanshan yesterday.
Other scrap collectors who rushed over early in the morning, intending to sell their materials to Yuanshan Plastics at high prices, were all stopped outside by Waizai and his group.
First Wang Cai stormed off, then Lin Qiang and Chen Bing came out helplessly.
The people waiting outside surrounded the two of them.
"Gentlemen, what's going on? Are they still buying materials? Are they just making a fool of us fellow traders?" a thin old man with a goatee asked anxiously.
Before Lin Qiang and his companion could speak, Wai Zai raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Pfft! What did you say, you old devil?"
Even a single hair from Mr. Lin's leg is thicker than your old waist!
Would he really swindle you poor bastards out of a hundred or so dollars worth of scrap metal?
"Ah, I didn't mean that..." The goatee turned pale with fright, waving his hands and backing away.
But at this moment, upon hearing Wai-zai's outburst, the members of the gang who had been selected by the gang to work all put down their work and surrounded him with stern faces.
Looking at this group of young people, their tempers were hotter than firecrackers; they seemed ready to fight at the slightest provocation.
Lin Qiang and Chen Bing quickly stepped in to smooth things over, and after much persuasion, they finally managed to get Wai Zai and the others to loosen their grip.
Leading everyone to the alley entrance, Lin Qiang also scolded the old man with the goatee: "Hey you, at your age, is your brain filled with mush?"
Yuan Shao even bought 20 tons of waste plastic flower material from Heshun at a high price!
"If you're saying the three of us are spreading rumors, then surely the Hesheng family business is so large that we can't be spreading rumors too, can we?"
"That's right, they just opened a factory and their warehousing can't keep up for a while."
Don't worry, once those two beer machines are running, the feed will be used up very quickly.
"It will take at least a week, or at most ten days, to receive the materials," Chen Bing said, trying to convince himself.
He pointed to the shredder that was making a loud noise inside the old house across the street: "It hasn't stopped all morning, from the crushing to the washing process!"
If it weren't for that scoundrel Limping Rong dragging things out, he might have already lost several hundred pounds by now.
Someone once said that the world is just a makeshift operation.
After all, the fact that a female prime minister invites the president of a certain country to take a bath together is such an outrageous thing that it can make international news.
Not to mention that the high prices offered for scrap metal will likely lead to a trend of imitation.
Lin Qiang and Chen Bing hypnotized themselves into believing that once Lin Yuanshan finished processing the existing waste materials, he would buy them at a high price, just like yesterday.
Everyone has something to do, and they've already wasted a whole morning.
Seeing that Yuanshan Plastics was indeed operating and judging that the situation was fine, the two of them, like Wang Cai, chose to leave and go about their own business.
But as they left, a young man in the crowd said casually, "I trust Brother Qiang and Uncle Bing. They've been in this industry for so many years. The fact that they're willing to vouch for Mr. Lin this time means they have a solid foundation."
"Oh, young man, you look unfamiliar. Are you also in the plastics business?"
"I collect recyclables in the countryside of Tuen Mun. I had about a hundred pounds of plastic on hand, which I just sold to Brother Cai," the young man replied calmly, arms crossed.
"Huh? Why did you give it to Wang Cai?" someone asked curiously.
The young man spread his hands: "I thought it was fake news, so I came before dawn, but when their factory opened, no one came to greet me."
I was thinking, it's quite a distance from Tuen Mun, and since Brother Cai offered HK$40 per ton, I'll sell it to him."
"Wow, Wang Cai stole your thunder!"
"That's just how Ah Cai is. He wouldn't let go of even ten pounds of feed, let alone a hundred pounds..."
The crowd began to discuss the matter, and people who came from other places to sell materials soon joined in. The young man seized an opportunity when the crowd was not paying attention and made a quick getaway.
Around 10 a.m., Lin Yuanshan and Wu Shihao packed up their stall and headed to the Longru Restaurant, where Fat Laokun was holding his birthday banquet. In Kowloon's plastics industry, many small business owners were saying that Wang Cai and his two companions had acted as guarantors for Lin Yuanshan's waste material acquisition this time!
Rumors don't necessarily have to be spread about yourself.
Once greed arises, a little instigation is all it takes, and even a passing dog can be accused of something.
The young man who had just stirred up the crowd, now standing on the ground, grinned as he accepted the tip: "Thank you, Brother Wei, thank you, Brother Wei."
"Hehe, well done. Stay hidden these next few days and don't show your face in Kowloon, understand?" Biandanwei patted the other man's shoulder and said with a smile.