TL: Etude
The thug who was closing the door didn't have the time to react and was directly knocked to the ground by the door.
This sudden turn of events left Brother Scarface stunned.
Chen Jianghai, seeing Zhao Changgui standing tall at the door like a small mountain, let out a sigh of relief.
This guy had the patience to wait until now to make his move.
And the effect was pretty good.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Brother Scarface, seeing Zhao Changgui's frame, knew this man was trouble and asked with a frown.
Zhao Changgui didn't speak and just looked at Chen Jianghai, waiting for his next instruction.
"Throw those two out first," Chen Jianghai commanded coldly.
Without a word, Zhao Changgui nodded, lifted the standing man with one hand as if he were lifting a small chicken.
The man wanted to resist, but he was no match for Zhao Changgui and was thrown out the door.
The one who was knocked down earlier didn't even wait for Zhao Changgui to act and scurried away as well.
Seeing this scene, Scarface felt a bit panicked and said with a tough exterior but inner trepidation, "What do you guys want? I've got people behind me!"
"People?"
Chen Jianghai smiled slightly, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
Zhao Changgui stood next to Chen Jianghai cooperatively, exerting pressure on Scarface.
Brother Scarface, seeing that Chen Jianghai didn't immediately act, also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Actually, I just wanted to do business with you, brother. Nothing else," said Scarface, his eyes darting around.
"Doing business?" Chen Jianghai chuckled, "You want to force a sale?"
"No, no! I definitely didn't mean that!"
Brother Scarface waved his hands repeatedly to explain, "I've got the goods, but..."
"But it's all junk, presumably with no recycling value, right?" Chen Jianghai finished the sentence for him.
With the conversation reaching this point, Scarface didn't dare to quibble anymore and gave a sheepish smile, "Pretty much, pretty much."
"Where are the goods?"
Chen Jianghai continued to inquire.
Scarface was taken aback, looking at Chen Jianghai with a hint of surprise, "What goods?"
"The ones you want to sell to me."
Chen Jianghai spoke calmly.
Scarface hurriedly responded, "At my home, but since you don't want them, boss, I'll just leave!"
With that, Scarface turned to leave, but Zhao Changgui stopped him.
Chen Jianghai didn't speak, and naturally, Zhao Changgui wouldn't allow the man to leave easily.
"Boss, what do you mean by this?"
Facing the towering figure of Zhao Changgui, Scarface's face looked a bit ugly.
Walk the night often enough, and you're bound to run into a ghost.
Clearly, today was such a day.
"Take me to have a look," Chen Jianghai said leisurely.
Scarface furrowed his brow, "They really are just some scraps, nothing good to see."
"Now you have two choices," Chen Jianghai held up two fingers and said with a smile, "One is to take me to your place to have a look, and the other is to take a beating first, then take me to your place."
Hearing Chen Jianghai's terms, Scarface felt like crying.
He had been mixing in the area for so long, yet had never encountered someone as unreasonable as Chen Jianghai.
If Chen Jianghai knew what he was thinking, he would probably burst into laughter.
A hoodlum, having the audacity to say others were unreasonable.
Scarface was clearly a smart man; he chose the first option without hesitation.
Chen Jianghai locked the door and, with Zhao Changgui in tow, followed Scarface.
Before long, led by Scarface, the trio arrived in front of a tiled house.
The house was a bit old, but it was much better than Zhao Changgui's.
"Boss Chen, it's here!"
Scarface pointed at the house and said.
"Um, go get the stuff out for me to see," Chen Jianghai waved his hand and commanded.
Scarface nodded and turned to enter the house.
Zhao Changgui, frowning, reminded him, "Brother Chen, aren't you afraid he'll run away?"
"It's fine, he won't run," Chen Jianghai's expression was extraordinarily certain.
It wasn't long before Scarface emerged from the house, his arms filled with several radios.
"Boss Chen, they're mostly like this."
Scarface held up the items in his hands as he spoke.
Chen Jianghai glanced at them but didn't reach out to take any.
The radios were rust-stained, one of them had its casing falling off, and the internal parts were also rusted.
Clearly, this was a pile of junk with no recycling value.
For someone like Scarface, it was unlikely to have too many discarded electronics on hand; the only explanation was that he had collected them from somewhere.
Chen Jianghai was now starting to assemble, and naturally, the more second-hand goods, the better.
Maybe Scarface had a way to get his hands on these things.
With this thought, Chen Jianghai couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get these scraps from? How much for one?"
Scarface didn't conceal the truth and said, "I bought them from a garbage collector, just a few cents each."
"Do they have better ones?" Chen Jianghai immediately inquired.
Scarface quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, but those cost a few yuan each, so I didn't take them. Boss, are you going to buy these from me?"
"No, they're worthless," Chen Jianghai said, waving his hand dismissively.
Scarface had anticipated the answer but still felt a bit disappointed upon hearing Chen Jianghai's words.
He had thought to earn some cigarette money, but not only did he not make any profit, he actually lost quite a bit.
Chen Jianghai then asked, "What's the name of this junk dealer? Where can I find him?"
Hearing Chen Jianghai's question, Scarface's spirits lifted.
"Boss, this junk dealer is awesome. He can be called the king of junk in Linghai. Ordinary people can't find him."
Zhao Changgui didn't quite understand the point of Scarface's words, but Chen Jianghai did.
Scarface was clearly trying to get some benefit from him.
Chen Jianghai, unhurried, asked another question, "Do you know him?"
Scarface nodded, "Of course! There's no one in Linghai that Scarface doesn't know."
Chen Jianghai didn't waste any more words and directly handed over two 'big unity' (ten yuan) bills.
"Boss Chen, what is this for?"
Scarface was slightly stunned; the other party was not playing by the rules.
"Take it for buying cigarettes, and by the way, tell me where to find this king of junk!"
Chen Jianghai spoke indifferently.
He could have chosen not to give money, but this would not guarantee that what Scarface said was true.
Scarface clearly didn't expect Chen Jianghai to be so generous. He quickly accepted with a beaming smile and then provided an address and a name.
After Chen Jianghai took note, he did not rush off but continued to ask, "What's this Brother Qiang like as a person?"
Scarface was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, "Brother Qiang keeps a low profile. I've only seen him once, I don't really know what he's like."
Chen Jianghai went on to say, "The place you just mentioned, that should be in the suburbs, right?"
"Yes, they store those things in that place," Scarface hurriedly replied.
Chen Jianghai nodded; it seemed that this Brother Qiang was quite smart, knowing that a monopoly was the most profitable and had even organized a junk collection business.
"Then let's go!"
Chen Jianghai gestured as he spoke.