"Please cooperate and leave our factory, otherwise violent evictions will be used, this is a private territory that is sacrosanct!" the Terminator's cold words made George slowly stop the car and look at the people opposite. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"They must be from military backgrounds!" he whispered to himself, wiping his trouser leg nervously.

Such strict monitoring is beyond his imagination. Fortunately, he applied directly to this company this time and wanted to lurk for a period of time to get the news.

"Dear Chief Dispatcher Mr. George, please enter Warehouse 1 as soon as possible and adapt to your position as soon as possible!" The Terminator reminded George in that cold voice of the robot.

George, who was going to see the excitement again, felt overwhelmed, so he could only nod his head blankly.

"Okay! Okay!" he hurriedly drove to the garbage disposal plant. He was in the car and was shocked, he had never seen a company with such tight security measures, even the world's top companies he had infiltrated, but he had never encountered such a tight company.

After dismissing the security guards, George finally took a few deep breaths and gradually entered the factory.

The flamboyant and flamboyant appearance of the factory could no longer attract him. Even the most luxurious company he has entered, this just looks relatively novel. No matter how famous the designer is, no matter how good he is, it has nothing to do with him, there is only one thing he cares about!

The company has the technology that he can only get the most commission if he records it all.

This time, the stupid Miyamoto Co., Ltd. opened a task with no upper limit, and as long as it is completed according to the value of the technology, it will be rewarded directly.

Although there is no fixed number, only such a task is more challenging.

With great confidence, he drove directly into the factory's parking lot.

This is a parking lot for the factory employees, and when he parked it, he found that there were about four other cars parked here. There was no one else.

"Didn't you expect there to be only five employees here?" said George, parking the car and heading straight for what looked like a gate. There was already a row of large trucks. You can see a Middle Eastern man operating the panel at the door of the warehouse, and then you can see the crane inside carrying boxes of goods directly onto the truck.

This speed is so fast that a car can be filled in more than a dozen seconds. Then switch to the next one.

Amazingly efficient.

He was really dumbfounded. This is beyond his common sense!

"Is this really an ordinary garbage disposal plant? how could they have so many raw materials for sale?" George stood there in a daze.

Suddenly, he felt someone behind him pat him.

"Hey, you're a new employee, aren't you? I'm the general dispatcher at Warehouse 2, my name is William Cohen! You can call me William!"

George shook hands with him gently: "Hello! I'm George James, just call me George." I'm in charge of warehouse No. 4, but can you tell me where this warehouse No. 4 is? I think I'm in charge of petrochemical materials. ”

He was still a little uneasy when he looked at the list he had gotten in his hand, there were too many numbers displayed in it. It's too complete. Almost all the materials that can be used regularly on the market are already included.

William on the other side apparently didn't care: "I'm in charge of metal, don't be surprised that this factory deals in more metals than I've ever heard of." Just do your job!"

He explained to George, and the two of them stood in the doorway and just talked.

After waiting for a long time, there was nothing to do with the two of them.

Instead, time is spent chatting.

There wasn't even a rest room, so I had to find a random place to sit with plastic sheeting.

It wasn't until more than half an hour later that William reminded George: "You can go to the convoy in a moment to determine the loading order, and then direct the order." We don't have to do anything else!"

After waiting for such a long time, William finally spoke.

George was startled, and then he sweated, "You mean, we don't have to go into the factory in the first place, and my job is to arrange for the vehicles to line up?"

He still felt that he couldn't accept it, what kind of situation was this.

Who knew that William on the other side shook his head: "Of course it's not that simple." When I was working, I needed to rotate the work, and now I am working on Peter Pan from Warehouse 1. He has the most work every day, and we just need to go to the warehouse door to arrange the order of the loading vehicles, and then enter the information into the computer. There are not many other things that we do. However, you need to keep an eye on it in case anything happens. ”

He was ready to leave.

At this time, George stood up in surprise: "No, our job is gone, doesn't it mean that a high degree of education is required, and management talents are required?"

He still can't accept it, he was hired to work with a high salary, who knows if he is doing this kind of thing!

William on the other side shrugged: "Of course it's true, there are only so many jobs now, and there is still shipping work to be done in the future." I guess I'll be busy by then. ”

He wasn't sure if he really had a future.

George is now only concerned about one thing: "Can we go into the factory? Isn't it good management?"

William suddenly smiled: "Don't dream, the management of this factory is very strict, it is impossible to get in, let alone go in, I can't even find the gate until now!

Instead, he said it very calmly. With a wise eye.

This look surprised George!

That's right! A garbage treatment plant alone processes so much decomposed material that it needs to be transported by land every day with an endless stream of vehicles to pull the goods away!

None of them know.

What if there is sea freight? How much is that? Where does all this stuff come from!

Suddenly, he thought of an answer that made him shudder!

"Are these all materials that are decomposed from the garbage treatment plant?" he was incredulous, because most of the non-pure plastics in the garbage disposal are incinerate, and the pure plastics are mixed together to make recycled plastic pellets.

And what is written on the slip in his hand? Polymer synthetic resin, which is also synthetic plastic! And other high-grade materials are actually pure natural resins.

Can this thing be decomposed from garbage? Isn't that scientific!