I haven't been a boss for many years

"Speculation in foreign exchange is windy. The exchange rate changes every second in real time. It is the same as playing on a gambling table. It is not an investment." Zhang Guobin needs to remind.

"Rather, garbage collection is an investment."

Li Cheng already knew foreign exchange thanks to his good mix, but his business thinking needs to be improved. Na asked, "How can garbage collection be considered an investment?"

"The garbage guy collects some goods, sells them to the big garbage guys, and then sorts and recycles them. They stink to death. Anyone who can join the club will not be garbage."

Zhang Guobin chuckled, and explained warmly: "Garbage recycling is to re-extract useful resources, decompose and reprocess."

"This can increase the use of resources, reduce waves, and protect the environment. It is a good business. As you said, it is very simple to do business."

"However, once a niche is profitable, it may also become a big business."

The principle of garbage collection is very simple, and the ancients understood the truth. Garbage guys have a long history and have been passed down for thousands of years, but it is true that the status of garbage guys is low.

But in essence, the reason for the low status of trash guys is not in the trash industry, but because of low income. People look down on you for doing anything with low income.

Such as waste recycling, the income from purchasing and processing increases, and the garbage will naturally be respected by people. In fact, with the rise in resource prices and the expansion of the recycling market, the status of garbage collectors has also risen.

Li Chenghao let out a wow, and said with a smile, "Can the trash guy grow bigger?"

"Boy? You're still a big trash!"

The garbage recycling market is related to the economy. The poorer the economy of a family, the worse the industry, the lower the price of garbage, because all the value of the goods will be drained, and the "garbage" is really garbage)

Waste recycling is to extract the residual value of waste, and all the premise is that the waste has value, such as copper, iron, aluminum and other metals.

Items that can be remade such as paper, cloth, shoes, bags, and even cars and boats.

Therefore, the more developed the city, the country, the higher the price of waste recycling. First of all, those things that can be refurbished and put on the market.

"The garbage king is OK!"

Guobin laughed and said, "In the past, the real estate market was not easy to do. Later, Mr. Huo invented uncompleted properties and made a lot of money. Li's family went to public stalls, and the market became real."

"Business is about bringing forth the new through the old, and there are means. There are a lot of industrial goods in North America, with a lot of gold content. There are also many bags, leather shoes, clothes, and watches that are all good."

"These high-quality goods are broken down in a unified way, and then sold in packages to laggards, and can be refurbished and put on the shelves again, the best one."

"It can even be repaired for second-hand trading, uh..." He suddenly asked in astonishment: "Ahao, what do you think of the business of recycling resources?"

"Recycling is not very good, but it seems that being a garbage guy can make money." Li Chenghao said as it should: "Boss, have you been investigating for a long time?"

Zhang Guo raised the watch in his hand and glanced at the time, it was almost 3 minutes.

He nodded.

"It's been a while."

Li Chenghao was stunned: "It turns out that I just came here to buy newspapers, and I came here for inspection..."

These big guys came to the western food next door to eat twice, and every time they ate, they would go to the newsstand to buy newspapers and smoke.

Today is the third time, a full three chances.

Neither observed the truth.

Shame!

Li Chenghao lowered his head: "I saw the surface, but I didn't see the truth. My eyesight is still too bad."

"However, not everyone can do resource recycling. This kind of business is generally under the control of local snakes. It is difficult to unify resource recycling in an area."

Unless the government adopts a monopoly system, that is, issuing industry licenses, it can restrict the entry of outsiders.

However, the resource recycling industry in North America does not have a monopoly system. At the same time, resource recycling in North America has just started and is on the right track.

No real predators have entered the market yet. If you use the funds and volume of the Great Court to smash it, it will not be difficult to recover resources in some areas.

The annual profit of resource recycling in a city is tens of millions of dollars, and the profit of a continent is hundreds of millions of dollars. In the future, the market can grow to billions of dollars.

Zhang Guobin doesn't think Dagongtang has the ability to win the resource recycling in the United States, but with the influence of Dagongtang in California, it has the potential to dominate the California market.

Maybe it's a good idea to win a business in San Francisco or Honolulu before Shi takes office as the Mountain Lord.Even if the Dagongtang's policy is to go international trade and rely on the mainland, it does not mean that it will give up business in North America. The deeper the foundation is planted in North America, the longer the branches can be extended.

"interesting)"

Zhang Guobin held the cigarette butt, took a last puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stamped it out with his leather shoes.

Li Chenghao put down the newspaper with a tacit understanding, walked towards Fang and said, "What's so difficult about this, go up and ask who their boss is first."

Jason took the coffee from the window and took out a five-dollar bill: "Thank you, sir!"

Turning around, he bumped into a pillar, took a step back, raised his head and said, "Hui, brother, you are in the way."

Honolulu is a large city of Chinese immigrants. Over the history of its development, the hard work, hard work, and outstanding contributions of overseas Chinese make it one of the largest camps of Chinese immigrants in North America, and it is also the birthplace.

The local white people really don't have a strange look at the Chinese, and they blend in very well, but the chocolate people like to find a sense of presence in the Chinese.

The garbage collectors in the United States are generally dominated by black people. Unless it is a formal recycling company, there are no white employees.

Jason is a lean, flavorful, curmudgeon chocolatier.

Li Chenghao said: "I have something to ask."

"Hui, brother, do you want to experience the taste of picking up soap." Jason looked up and down, and said with a smile: "Gumus likes a big guy like you the most. The muscles trained by lifting weights in the gym are uncomfortable. The street is better for bed."

Li Chenghao punched Jason's face, cracked Jason's brow bone with a light punch, so Jason closed his eyes, leaned against the wall and screamed: "Oh! You will regret it, big man !"

Chapter 735 Resource Recycling Company

"Boom!"

Li Chenghao hit his knee lightly, severely injuring Jason's abdomen.

"vomit!"

Jason didn't even have time to change the position of his hands, and his internal organs were overwhelmed. Without even a chance to scream, he bent down and vomited a mouthful of acid water.

Ah Hao grabbed the dirty debate on top of his head, and asked in a flat tone: "I'll give you another chance to speak.

"vomit!"

Jason spat out another mouthful of sour water. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ah Hao lift his leg again, waved his hand quickly, and said fearfully, "Bastard, fuck your mother!"

Zhang Guobin heard it from a distance, raised his eyebrows, and was very surprised.

Li Chenghao's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't attack again, but asked with a look of surprise: "You can speak Chinese?

Although some half-breeds in San Francisco can speak Chinese with Chinese students, there are still a small number of whites in North America who can speak Chinese.

There are even fewer niggas who can speak Chinese.

Jason explained again: "No, I learned a little bit from my friends..."

"Oh…"

Li Chenghao stretched the ending sound clearly, and suddenly showed a ferocious expression, and strangled the nigger's neck.

"!"

He pressed the nigger against the wall with one hand, and hung it up directly, with killing intent in his eyes: "You can speak Chinese, but you are so rude. You can't be polite if you are not polite."

"Uh...uh..." The black ghost didn't have the strength to resist at all. The blue veins on the neck and jaw were bulging, the veins of the bones were clearly visible, and the place where the five fingers were pinched was deeply sunken, and the cartilage could be broken with a little more force.

Even if the nigger couldn't resist, he still had the desire to win. He kept waving his hands, as if he wanted to explain something.

Li Chenghao saw that there were only fear, fear, regret and other emotions in his eyes. According to the measure, it should be enough, so he slowly let go of his hand.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The nigger landed on the ground, took a deep and long breath, gasped a few more times, and quickly said: "I'm polite, I'm polite."

Li Chenghao looked back at the boss.

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly.

He just looked at the nigger and sneered: "Do you understand what you just said?"

"I know."

"I understand." The black ghost said in Chinese with a southern accent, "Thank you, Welcome."

Li Chenghao took a look at the list and asked, "Do you know Chinese?"

The black ghost wronged Baba: "Sir, I learned Chinese from my friend, who is of Indian descent."

"I understand."

Ben Chengli tried Liang's way. "It's still too early for people to learn from Li. It's the first time to change people into a appearance." Li Chenghao said sincerely: "You have learned Chinese from your enemy, and this is the first time you are polite to a Chinese. .”

The nigger looked at him in bewilderment.

Li Chenghao patted him on the cheek: "Speak English, remember to be polite next time, otherwise, I really can't help but kill you."

"Yes, sir, I speak Chinese now. Excuse me, what can I do for you?" the nigger trembled, obediently, and said with pain on his face.

Li Chenghao said with a smile: "You bumped into me, but you still asked me if I was okay?"

"Now, I want you to apologize to me."

The nigger took out two handfuls of change from his pocket without hesitation, knelt on the ground, and raised his hands above his head: "Sir, don't kill me, the police will arrive at the scene within half an hour after you kill me, you; you ..."

"Sir, please don't kill me!"

The police in the tourist area will not drive so little that the administrative efficiency is pitiful for a black man.

The black ghost howled his head and cried, he was really scared to cry.

Li Chenghao looked at the two handfuls of scattered US dollars, the largest one was no more than ten US dollars, and there were many coins in it, adding up to one or two hundred dollars.

It's really pitiful.

"You think I'm here to rob?"

He was a little puzzled.

Jason was also puzzled: "According to the American street rules, if you surrender now and send money, the other party will not kill people if they accept the money..."

His hands were trembling, he was very nervous, and he began to diverge his thoughts. Under the eyes of the evil tiger, he said tremblingly: "You, do you want me...to take you shopping?"

"Shopping?"

Li Chenghao was a little surprised again.

Jason seemed to have guessed it right, and said firmly: "It is the kind of independent shopping in the mall without spending money, the shopping method that you Chinese envy the most."

Lee Sung Ho is really interested: "Is it possible to shop in North American malls without spending money?"

"Da da."

At this time, Zhang Guobin put his hands in his suit pockets, with a straight back, stepped forward step by step on pointed leather shoes, looked condescendingly at the nigger on the ground, and said aloud: "Shopping without money is robbery. Those who like looting are Chinese supermarkets."

"Because they think that there are many black households and smugglers among the employees of Chinese supermarkets. As long as they don't kill people, Chinese businessmen are generally willing to settle down."

"It's better than going to rob a luxury store and being shot to death by the police." In the 90s, "zero yuan purchase" had not yet formed a trend, and it was generally considered a crime among North American citizens.

Different from the madness of "zero yuan shopping" after the 10s, the number of participants and influence of the current "zero yuan shopping" are not large enough, mainly because luxury stores that meet the requirements have not bloomed everywhere, and the global second-hand luxury goods market is not sound. In the absence of a market, it is difficult for an industry to develop.

The government has also taken an active crackdown and an active law enforcement attitude, so that niggers' zero-dollar purchases may lose their lives.

Robbing cash, drinks, and merchandise from Chinese supermarkets.

It makes people richer.

Li Chenghao sneered and said: "Hey hey, it turns out that's the way to shop, then I can collect money for the boss again."

":society

"You, what do you want?"

When Jason saw the new Chinese man with several gun guards, he felt dangerous in his eyes.

Zhang Guobin raised his hand to stop Li Chenghao's next move, bent down to straighten Jason's collar, and said softly: "I don't need anything, I just want to make friends with you."

"it is good."

Jason hurriedly said: "I am your friend, no, you are my big brother."

Zhang Guobin nodded, held his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Since we are friends, then do me a favor and take me to see your boss."

"I don't have a boss."

Jason cried and said, "I'm a homeless man, and I make a living by buying the scraps picked up by other homeless men..." "The person who just took away your goods is considered your boss." Zhang Guobin smiled a little stiffly, He said: "Tell me, who is the biggest waste recycling business in Xiangxiang Mountain."

"Baggs!"