[No, is my daughter really going to sell scraps? ! 】
[It should be just the effect of the show. 】
【I feel so too. ] After all, compared to the other groups, the group of Lin Cheng and Lin Momo really had no bright spots.
[I checked just now, and there is no scrap yard nearby. How can I sell it? 】
[This is not something we should consider. It is estimated that the program group has already made arrangements. 】
【Maybe as soon as the camera switches, Lin Momo will already be at the scrap yard. 】
【It's also possible that some kind of 'kindly passing car' will come and take Lin Momo there. 】
…
Looking at the audience's discussion in the live broadcast room, the people in the program group were complaining about being wronged: Lin Cheng's group didn't even have a complete script, so where did the designed waste buying link come from?
They won't take this blame!
They also don't have the budget to arrange a vehicle to send Lin Momo to the scrap yard!
—
Here, Lin Momo has already dragged a cart of waste products to the main road. The cameraman of the director's team followed Lin Momo far away, not letting passers-by notice.
The small figure is dragging a large cart of waste products and walking on the road in broad daylight, which is particularly conspicuous.
Lin Momo was used to the surprised gazes of passers-by, so she didn't care.
Lin Momo came to the station and stared at the station sign for a long time.
The nearest large recycling site is on Fengtan Road. There is no direct bus here, but Mrs. Zhang told her the route to get there in the morning.
At this time, the 'Ruixin Street' on the license plate of the No. 37 bus is a place that Lin Momo will pass by, and it is 5 stops away from here.
Lin Momo stood still in front of the platform.
A few minutes later, bus No. 37 pulled into the station.
Just when many viewers in the live broadcast room thought that Lin Momo would be on the 37 bus arranged by the program crew, they saw that Lin Momo didn't move, still standing at the station.
"Do you want to get on the bus?" The bus driver shouted to Lin Momo at the station through the front door.
Lin Momo shook her head.
The door of the bus was closed, Lin Momo kept staring at the bus as it drove away, and then took note of the direction in which the bus was leaving.
Lin Momo followed the direction of the bus and started walking along the side of the road.
When the next station arrived, Lin Momo took another look at the stop sign to make sure that she had gone the right way.
If there was a fork in the road and he didn't know how to get on, Lin Momo would wait at the same spot and watch another No. 37 pass by.
After going back and forth like this, after an hour and a half, Lin Momo finally arrived at her first destination: Ruixin Street.
On the stop sign, Lin Momo quickly found her destination 'Fengtan Road' on the stop sign of another bus.
Lin Momo used the same method as before and started to follow the direction of No. 101 bus towards Fengtan Road.
Although this method is stupid and slow, it is useful and can guarantee that she will not go wrong.
—
In the live broadcast room, there was a rare situation where the bullet screen swiped the screen at this time.
【Oh My God! Lin Momo actually kept walking! 】
[Do you really want to go to the scrap yard? ! 】
During this period of time, most of the audience did not leave the live broadcast room, so they watched Lin Momo walk all the way for nearly three hours.
They're not blind, they're pretty sure there wasn't any fakery or black screens or cutouts.
[It's unbelievable that such a small child walked for three hours. 】
[The program group is too much, even for the sake of the program effect, they can't let a child go so far. 】
[How do you feel that the other groups are the lives of stars, and the group of Lin Cheng's family is the survival of mortals? 】
[I wonder if Lin Cheng's group has offended the program group, otherwise why is it so miserable, living in the worst house, doing the hardest job, and letting the baby work together. 】
…
Lin Momo didn't know about the discussion in the live broadcast room.
At this time, dragging the trailer behind her, Lin Momo was remembering the way, while thinking in her heart that when the filming was over and she got the 20,000 yuan, her family would buy a trailer like this.
Another hour passed, and Lin Momo finally found the sign of Fengtan Lane not far from the station on Fengtan Road.
It was noon at this time, and there were not many people around the alley.
In front of a small pond, five or six old men and women were "cleaning" the cardboard boxes in their hands.
Seeing them, Lin Momo knew that she had found the right place.
The other party noticed Lin Momo, and also saw the waste products on the trailer behind her, their eyes lit up.
"Son, do you want any more of those things? Don't give them to me. I'll throw them away for you." One of them said to Lin Momo.
Seeing Lin Momo shaking his head, the man hurriedly said again: "I'm not taking advantage of you, I'll give you 5 yuan, and give me your things."
Hearing this, Lin Momo shook her head resolutely, grabbed her belongings and ran towards the alley without looking back, muttering, "I'm not stupid."
At the end of the road, Lin Momo saw the scrap yard Mrs. Zhang mentioned.
Seeing the boss sitting at the door, Lin Momo dragged the trailer to him.
Seeing a little kid dragging a cart full of scraps to buy, the boss's eyes flashed with surprise.
Lin Momo nodded.
Seeing this, the boss pointed to the scale next to him and said to Lin Momo: "Unload the things, put them there and I'll weigh them for you."
Lin Momo didn't move, but asked the boss: "What's your price here?"
The boss rolled his eyes, and casually quoted: "One piece of paper shell, one yuan and five bottles and jars."
Hearing this, Lin Momo frowned: "Your price is too low, I won't sell it."
After all, Lin Momo pretended to leave.
"Wait." The boss stopped Lin Momo: "What are you in a hurry for? You have to sell this pile of things if you drag them elsewhere. Why don't you just dispose of them here, and the price is easy to negotiate."
"Tell me, how much do you want to sell." The boss asked Lin Momo again.
"Paper shells cost 1 yuan and 2 catties, soda cans cost 2 yuan a catty, transparent bottles cost 1 yuan and 8 catties, and colored bottles cost 1 yuan and 5 catties." Lin Momo quoted the price.
Hearing this, the boss showed a little surprise on his face.
—At first, he thought that this kid was probably selling scraps for the old man and old lady at home, so he didn't understand anything. Unexpectedly, he is still an 'expert', and the quoted price is basically the highest price in this industry.
The boss seemed to want to lower the price. At this time, the boss lady came out.
"The liquefied petroleum gas is almost gone, what's your gas?" asked the proprietress.
"Just made a call, it's almost here." The boss said.
The proprietress didn't say anything, but asked again: "What's the situation here, why did you take so long to weigh yourself?"
"I haven't weighed it yet," the boss pointed to Lin Momo again, and said, "This kid's things cost 1 yuan 2 for the paper shell, 2 yuan for the can, 1 yuan 8 for the bottle, and 5 yuan for the 1 yuan."
Hearing what the boss said, the proprietress also showed the same expression of the boss when she looked at Lin Momo, but without hesitation, she said, "Then let's accept this price, and we won't lose money."
"Okay." The boss responded, and said to Lin Momo: "As far as the price you said, bring the things and weigh them."
"Okay." Lin Momo hurriedly worked with the boss to remove the waste products from the cart.
Lin Momo pointed to several bundles of things and said to the boss one by one: "Here are soda cans, here are colored bottles, and here are transparent bottles. The water inside has been cleaned up, and the caps are here alone. And This pile is dry paper shells, and there are some paper shells here that are a bit damp, so I made a bundle separately."
Seeing that Lin Momo had sorted and processed all the waste products, the boss was surprised.
This kid handles these things well. Compared with those who come to sell scraps and stuff wet garbage into the middle of the cardboard, he is much more honest.
The boss smiled and weighed the things Lin Momo sent one by one.
"Soda cans are three and a half catties, transparent plastic bottles are three catties and two liang, colored plastic bottles are five catties, dry waste paper is four catties, and wet waste paper is more than two catties. I will give you a discount, which is calculated at one and a half catties." .”
"Two three get six, two five ten... a total of twenty-eight yuan and six cents, twenty-eight yuan for you..."
Before the boss could say "one cent", Lin Momo answered behind him: "Fifty cents!"
Meeting the girl's expectant eyes, the boss smiled: "Okay, fifty cents is fifty cents."
The waste products dragged by this child are so real that even a few cents more can't be lost.
The boss counted out 28 yuan and 50 cents from his pocket and handed it to Lin Momo.
"Thank you, boss, lady boss." Lin Momo took the money and thanked the scrap station owner and his wife.
Holding the money, Lin Momo happily prepared to go home.
At this moment, an 'accident' happened.
"Lin Momo!"
This is Lin Cheng's voice.
Hearing Lin Cheng calling her unexpectedly, Lin Momo's back felt cold, and she froze in place, not daring to look back.
I also didn't want to understand why Lin Cheng appeared here.
At this time, the live broadcast room also became lively:
【Oh. 】
【Oh. 】
【Oh. 】
【Lin Momo: I'm getting cold. 】
[Lin Momo: I was found out doing private work. 】
【Lin Momo: Dad finally wants to know how much I have paid for this family. 】
…
In addition to watching the excitement, someone in the live broadcast room also raised doubts: [This is too coincidental, it can't be deliberately arranged by the program group. 】
[Looking at the expressions of the two, why do I feel like they don't look like each other? ] Someone retorted.
—
This is indeed a coincidence.
Lin Cheng originally went to the Wufang Community not far away to deliver the appointment form, and just received an instant order in the middle of it, which was at the waste recycling station in Fengtan Lane.
A long distance away, Lin Cheng saw a familiar figure.
Originally, Lin Cheng didn't believe that it was Lin Momo. After all, it stands to reason that the child should stay at home and do his homework obediently.
It wasn't until he got closer and heard Lin Momo bargaining with the owner of the scrap yard that Lin Cheng finally confirmed that he was right.
In order to clean up the waste, Lin Momo specially changed into dirty clothes today, and his hair was sweaty and disheveled along the way. At this time, the child looked like he picked it up by the side of the road.
—It’s not from my own family, not from my own family.
Lin Cheng murmured silently to himself twice before finally suppressing the anger in his heart, and walked towards Lin Momo as calmly as possible.