Ouyang Qing circled around the wall of the recycling bin, and found that there was a gap that was relatively short, so she let the camera squat, and she rode on his shoulder on the wall.

It turns out that this gap is deliberately used by them to lure thieves.Instead of guarding against thieves everywhere, it is better to take the initiative to lure the thieves to a point.I don't know how many people she was caught.

Embarrassed, she was caught as a thief, but happily, she finally met the owner of the recycle bin.

At that time, it was also the late summer and early autumn.The day was hot, the morning and the evening were cool.Maybe the staff were out to receive the goods.There was not enough manpower.The boss was personally directing a truckload of goods to be shipped.The noon sun was very poisonous.The boss was only wearing a sports vest.Sweat made his skin look extraordinarily oily in the sun.It was a kind of man's masculinity.

"Brother Tian, catch another one, or the mandarin duck thief."

The boss turned around, wearing a pair of sunglasses, with his hands on his waist, tilting his head to look at her.

"You're the boss here, this is my press card, and I have the right to cover here." She righteously fought for her sacred right to interview.

The boss didn't even look at it, just two words: "It's empty." Then, with a wave of her hand, someone came up and tried to chase her away.

She got angry, walked over to the boss, grabbed his arm and began to theorize: "You have some illegal activities, so you are afraid of interviews."

The boss turned around and tilted his head to look at her for two seconds: "I'm still interning."

The camera seized the opportunity to film the scene.

"Yes and what." She bowed her head, meaning that intern journalists are also journalists.

"No way, interview, I accept, conditions, no pictures, refusal, please get out." The boss barely wasted a word, and he said what he meant.

She was a little stunned.Unconsciously remembered the man on the motorcycle that night.Neither of them liked to talk much.Like.She observed the figure of the boss in front of her.Very similar.And then recalled the voice of the motorcycle man.Very similar.

"I promise the conditions." She immediately agreed.

The interview took place right on the job site, it was very busy, there were vehicles coming in and out from time to time, it was all heavy throughput, there were more mechanized operations than several recycling stations she had been in contact with before, and she noticed that the staff were mostly very young men, some of them maybe even underage.

"Many of your staff look underage, and you're not afraid of being suspected of child labor."

The boss glanced at her, "Do you know why I did the recycling bin?"

"I don't know."

"The most important thing in the world is people, and the biggest waste is people, but the most precious thing in the world is people.

"You mean you're doing great things from waste to treasure." The export of being a journalist is the glorious achievement of a great cause.

The boss was clearly disgusted by the words "great cause", especially when it came to putting them on his head.

"Don't talk to me about anything great, I just want this world to be less wasteful, most of these little kids I picked up from the streets, I don't care about them, they're going to be thieves, robbers, murderers, so don't tell me about child labor, it's naïve to talk about child labor, it's a joke and it's hypocritical to talk about dignity and fairness.

Her face was a little feverish: "I don't want to mention it, but you're not afraid that people from the relevant departments will come to check on you."

The young boss glanced at her again, ignoring her.

She pursed her lips and tried to suppress his arrogance: "Why are you so arrogant?"

"I won't tell you." He threw down four words and went to command in front of another car.

She stumbled over and continued her interview.

"Why did you agree to an interview when you heard I was an intern?"

"Purity, you know." Again, he only threw out four words.

She actually blushed.

Although the boss was not very cooperative, the interview went well, and she got a general idea of the history of the recycling bin.

Although this boss is too young to speak, and although he is so arrogant that she is uncomfortable, he does have the strength and more brains. He only stared at the big factories from the beginning. The key is that he can actually take down those big factories, so the amount he collects is dozens of times larger than others. He has these equipment such as rollers and dust collectors. He also began to use the Internet for marketing and brand promotion when the Internet economy was not as hot as it is now.

He also found a partner to process the waste products and sell them to the factory. He earned the circulation fee and the difference in price. He guaranteed the cash settlement, and never asked for the payment of goods, so many small merchants and small recycling stations would rather go long distances and sell things to him. Of course, he did not allow others to owe him, asked him how he did it, and he said four words: "Don't tell you".

At the end of the interview, he asks the camera to hand over the negatives, she says that there are interviews about other people in the film, and if she takes it out, it will be all wasted. she promises that she will not leak the only photo with him, and she must give the film to him afterwards. He thinks about it for a while, and makes a gesture to send off the guest after saying the word "believe you".

In order to take care of her, the interview tasks given to her by the TV station are usually very good and glamorous, and everywhere she goes, she is greeted by the smiling face of the interviewee and treated as a guest, because her interview is equivalent to publicity and affirmation. This recycling station owner is the first strange person she has encountered. Not only did he refuse to be interviewed at first, but after agreeing to the interview, he didn't even take off his sunglasses from beginning to end, and she didn't even think it was rude.

She made good on her promise to take the accidental photo with the boss, and later gave him the negatives, but she kept the washed out photos in private, and put them in her treasured album.

She often looked at the photo, she thought the man was fascinating, and he was a little mysterious, but he barely said anything about him in the interview, and she didn't even know his name, only to hear the people in the recycle bin call him "Brother Tian".

She made a bold decision and put it into practice that day, and she finally found out the address of their boss from a young brother at the recycling station, and then waited for him at the gate of his house, which was in a well-known high-end residential area in the city at the time.

The boss was a little surprised to see her at the door of her house.

"I just wanted to interview you again, I only learned about your recycle bin last time, and I want to give you an interview about you personally." Here's how she explains her purpose.

"It's not empty." Send her with these two words again.

She remembered that the reason he had given her an interview was "purity," and she decided to tell the truth: "I don't mean anything, I just think you're funny, I want to know more about you."

"But I'm not interested in letting you know about me." He didn't care about the girl's self-esteem and just rejected her directly and unceremoniously.

She has never been treated like this.In the eyes of her parents.She is the pearl of the palm.In the eyes of the teacher.She is a good student with excellent character and learning.On the TV station.Because of her father.She is a little celebrity in front of the leader.This man's coldness and rudeness made her bite her lip so aggrieved.Her face was red.Even her eyes were slightly wet.

Even so, this perverted man still doesn't even have basic pity, but there are still a few more words to send her away: "Private property, outsiders are not welcome." After that, he actually bypassed her, opened his door and closed it with a bang.

She was locked out of the door by this perverted man.Tears finally came out of her eyes.For the first time in her life, she rushed to find a man in such a disregard for her self-esteem.This man actually didn't even let her in the door like she was garbage.She was angry and aggrieved.She was always quiet and ladylike and very polite, she finally stomped her feet.Clenched her hands into fists at the door of the perverted man's house, "Dong Dong" is two fists.Then she scolded "bastard" and walked away.

Only this time she seemed to be stimulated and infected by a perverted man, and she also became a little perverted. She told herself that if she wanted to be a successful journalist, she had to be sensitive to abnormal things and persevering in excavating spirit. So. In this spirit, she endured the perverted man's cold eyes on her, and actually rented a room directly opposite his house. She wanted to find out if this man was the man who rode the motorcycle that night.

If so, she thinks that this man is like a modern version of Don Quixote, who has a dream of changing the world, and who has the courage to make fun of this dream, but obviously, he is not as utopian as Don Quixote, he is more realistic and intelligent than Don Quixote, he knows exactly what kind of world it is, and he knows how to realize his ideas in this world.

She thought she would soon discover the man's secret.On the second night after renting the house.The second time she hid behind the darkness and curtains with a telescope and looked at the opposite side.From here, she could directly observe the living room and bedroom of the man's house.This man seemed to be the only one in the house.He spent a lot of time at home he occasionally sat by the bedside reading a book.Occasionally made phone calls.Yesterday.He didn't go out at night.Today I don't know if it will.

The light in the opposite room is still on.The man walked into the bedroom with a bath towel wrapped around his lower body after taking a shower.Her heartbeat was a little faster.This man's figure is really not ordinary.The man picked up the mobile phone.made a call.While listening to the phone, he slowly walked to the window.One hand supported the window frame, as if looking in her direction.

She was nervous, knowing that there was a curtain in her way, and she didn't turn on the light, and the man couldn't see her, but she left the window at once, and waited a few minutes before she dared to pick up the binoculars again and go back to the window.

The man's bedroom light was still on, but the man was gone, his eyes turned to the living room, and he wasn't. Maybe he was in the study or another room facing the other side.