Chapter 11,Part 2: Watching-For-Dad Rock
Chapter 11,Part 2: \'Watching-For-\'Dad\' Rock
Now that Lin Momo stood in front of them, the old ladies smiled awkwardly.
“You threw the trash?”
“Yeah,” Lin Momo nodded.
“Where are your parents?”
“Went to work to earn money.”
“So that’s how it is.”
“Here are candies and melon seeds, you grab some and eat.” As if wanting to ease the embarrassment of saying bad things behind someone’s back just now, one of the old ladies picked up the plate of candy and melon seeds in front of her, walked to the gate of the courtyard and handed it to Lin Momo.
Lin Momo whispered, “Thank you”, but shook her head and politely said, “No need.”
Lin Momo hesitated for a few seconds before asking the other party, “Grandma, may I ask if the pile of bottles and cardboard boxes by the fence at the gate belong to your family?”
The old lady Zhang was surprised by this question, but she still replied, “Yes.”
“Aren’t you going to sell it?”
Lin Momo didn’t hear the previous conversation of the old ladies—she had stopped by the gate to stare at the pile of recyclable materials.
“It was originally intended to be sold, but didn’t the waste recycling station near us move farther away? I have a bad leg, so I just kept it there.”
Lin Momo’s eyes lit up.
“Then do you need someone to sell it for you?”
Hearing Lin Momo’s words, Mrs. Zhang looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I can help you get rid of these. If you allow me to sell it at the recycling station that’s farther away, you only need to pay me 30 jiao per catty,” Lin Momo said.
The pile of waste outside the gate of Mrs. Zhang’s courtyard weighed at least sixty to seventy catties, and it couldn’t even be pulled out in one go.
The price of waste collected by the bigger recycling stations farther away will be 3 to 5 jiao higher than those near residential areas. In this way, if Lin Momo sold these, Mrs. Zhang would not suffer a loss, and she herself can earn four or five more yuan at a time.
Mrs. Zhang understood the words that Lin Momo said, but she couldn’t believe it. It was the first time she heard that the child of a celebrity family was going to sell scraps.
“Are you really going to sell these?” Mrs. Zhang asked again with a strange expression on her face.
At this time, the audience who were watching the live broadcast were also shocked.
[No way, are you going to sell bottles? ! ]
[How did she think of it as a child? ]
[So, did she hide those bottles and jars before so she could sell them?! ]
[Could it be the script of the program group? ]
[The program team shouldn’t be like this.]
The discussion in the livestream channel was heavy and very much heated.
… …
On the other end, Lin Momo nodded and explained to the other party in a low voice, “Our family is a little poor this week, and the living expenses may not be enough for us to eat…”
After hearing Lin Momo’s explanation, the old lady seemed to understand a little, and, looking at the child’s serious face, she didn’t seem like she was lying.
“Hey, what’s this talk about money?” Mrs. Zhang waved her hand. “That pile of things didn’t cost me anything. Some small shops and fruit stands don’t want it anymore, so they just threw it there. If you want to sell it, just take it away. That’s fine, whatever you get for it is yours to keep, don’t give it to me anymore.”
Lin Momo shook her head and insisted, “We have to share in the sale.”
Seeing Lin Momo’s stubborn look, Mrs. Zhang stopped talking, smiled at the little girl, and said, “All right, when do you want to take away these things?”
“These next two days.”
“Okay, just take whatever you want,” Mrs. Zhang smiled.
“Thank you.”
After negotiating with Mrs. Zhang, Lin Momo was ready to go upstairs.
“Come and sit in the yard for a while,” Mrs. Zhang invited.
“No, thank you. I didn’t lock our door,” Lin Momo refused.
“I see, then just grab some candies, melon seeds, and peanuts, and eat them.” Old lady Zhang once again offered the plate in her hand to Lin Momo.
This time, Lin Momo didn’t refuse. She grabbed a few candies, said ‘thank you’ again, and left.
……
On the other side, Lin Cheng found the Lanchang Street LPG distribution station according to the address indicated on the prompt.
The head of the distribution station was a middle-aged man in his fifties.
Seeing Lin Cheng report for work, the other party didn’t talk nonsense, and directly introduced him to his new job.
“Our job is to deliver canned liquefied petroleum gas. The salary is divided into two parts: the guaranteed salary and the additional fee for every successful delivery.
“Let me talk about the guaranteed part first,” the station master paused, and then said: “The guaranteed salary is 60 yuan per day. You need to complete the delivery of 30 reserved orders every day, to get this. If you can’t finish the scheduled 30 deliveries, then this part of the salary will be gone.”
“The delivery fee income is calculated on a per piece basis, and you can get 3 yuan for each extra can of liquefied gas delivered. You get as much fees as you can physically deliver—if you deliver 5 extra cans a day, it is only 15 yuan; if you can deliver hundreds of orders, I will also settle the income for you.
“You can use the station’s electric tricycle to deliver, but it must be returned on site by 9pm, and the gas tanks you receive must be registered…”
“Did you understand what I said?” asked the station master.
Lin Cheng nodded, but sneered in his heart. By his calculation, by completing the 30 scheduled orders, his daily income would be 150 yuan, and 4 days of filming would be 600 yuan—just enough to pay off the ‘debt’ to the program group.
The program team was really good at counting…
At this time, the station master handed another list to Lin Cheng. “Here, these are the scheduled orders for this week. They have been arranged from Tuesday to Friday. There are 30 orders per day. You can take a look.”
Lin Cheng took a quick look at the 4-day scheduled task list. The geographical distribution of the orders was not very regular at all. It was not an exaggeration to say the delivery route would take him to almost all corners of the city.
No need to think about it—this should be the ‘good work’ of the program group again.
Lin Cheng’s expression darkened slightly.
The station master coughed dryly twice, and said, “If there is no problem, you can start working.”
Lin Cheng’s face remained calm.
At this time, not only the station master was a little nervous, but even Chen Yu—who was not even in the scene and was sitting in front of the computer—was sweating for Lin Cheng, fearing that Lin Cheng would directly say ‘no’ to this task list done with the program team’s ‘special care’.”
Fortunately, Lin Cheng finally nodded, his expression giving nothing away.
Footnotes
1 yuan has 10 jiao. 1 catty is about 500g.