He grabbed it, weighed it in his hand and flipped it over, "Hey, it's got some heft. Might as well keep it for scrap metal!"
Hearing the first two sentences, He Yue's heart leaped.
Setting up stalls in the park, giving away free gifts, or offering free treatments, then tricking the elderly into giving their contact information—wasn't this the usual trick of health product salespeople?
But after hearing her dad's latter half of the sentence, He Yue's worried heart instantly calmed down.
"Save it for scrap metal?"
He Yue couldn't help but repeat, internally marveling: As expected of my dad, always so calculating!
"Yeah, I never noticed before, hey, this is a good idea. Picking up trash and stuff requires effort, but with these health product magazines, I just give an address and they'll deliver it to my home!"
The old man got more and more excited, his beady eyes shining brightly.
As if he had discovered some secret to wealth!
He Yue: ...
