"That's definitely not the case. Whoever supports me will naturally own the patent for the results."
Qu Yina said firmly.
"That's it, investment and income are the essence of a businessman. You don't have to feel any pressure. If you feel that my aunt has helped us, just put all your thoughts into the laboratory and make some achievements. Even for
The best reward is for those who trust you.”
"Work hard, seeyou, Goodbye!"
As Shen Dapeng spoke, he walked out of the office with a smile, and when he came to the door, he turned his back to Qu Yina and waved cheerfully.
After Shen Dapeng left, Qu Yina was still in a dazed state, as if she still couldn't believe what happened.
Swallowing, looking at 'Pengying Holdings' marked with a red pen on his desk, he shook his head in disbelief, "Mr. Liu? Shen Dapeng's aunt? Are you kidding me?"
Shen Dapeng left the office and saw that it was still early. He had nothing to do when he went back to his dormitory, and he couldn't just sit in the library and read books all day long.
After thinking about it, he took a taxi to the scrap collection village that Qu Yina had taken him to before. This time he also noticed a large stone tablet with the words "Houyan Village" engraved on it at the entrance of the village.
Walking on a country road, I smelled a somewhat pungent smell and couldn't help but shake my head. There were no fewer than ten scrap collection stations around, and this was just a village.
Beijing is the economic, cultural, and political center. The urban population is increasing year by year, and the waste and garbage generated are also increasing exponentially. I am afraid that there are certainly not a few such waste-purchasing villages around the capital.
Not to mention how much profit a scrap collection station can create, even if they can only make ends meet, some people will insist on doing it.
This is enough to completely surround the capital, plus the environmental pollution caused by light and heavy industry factories, waste water, waste gas, waste products, and "three wastes" around the capital.
The smog of the future can already be regarded as the most friendly warning to mankind.
Shen Dapeng stood on a high hill and looked at the small village, which was not too big but was already filled with dozens of hill-like garbage piles.
Some children were rummaging through the mountains of waste, looking for things that could be used as toys, and they were still playing happily with each other. There were also a few older children who were already sensible and were sorting through the waste.
There was sadness in my heart, and I couldn't help but sigh. If these villagers were rich, no one would want to live in this kind of environment. For adults or middle-aged people, they can spend their lives perfunctorily, but what about the next generation?
Shen Dapeng clearly remembers seeing a set of photos on the Internet later in life, recording children living in areas with severe environmental pollution.
They don't know what a "sunny sky" looks like, nor do they know how delicious "clear water" is. The river full of garbage floating there is already the best place for them to play.
In a photo, a little boy jumped high from the garbage-like river water, showing a satisfied smile.
In his hand, he held a thick thread made of nylon rope, with a thick needle for sewing sacks at the end of the thread, and behind him he was dragging a pile of plastic bottles and plastic products threaded through the thread.
Perhaps, the few dollars he could get in exchange for this was the reason why he was happy.
Say that child is pitiful? But he smiles brightly; say he is happy? But he swims in a heavily polluted river for a few dollars; what is his future? The harm of industrial sewage to the body is self-evident.
Shen Dapeng is not a saint or a sage. He also has selfish motives. He does not want his own future or the future of the next generation to be like the child in the photo. The child has no choice, but he still has a choice now.
Before people had become so greedy and the environment had not become so bad, he, who was reborn and foresighted, had to do something.
Even if a person's power is limited, he can always awaken some innocent people who are trying to change.
I looked around and found a relatively large and well-organized scrap collection station. I walked over and saw a rusty plaque on the large iron door that simply read "Zhao Laosi Scrap Collection Station."
There was also a large rusty yellow iron plate standing next to the door, with some twisted words written in chalk, which were the approximate prices of various scraps, which seemed normal and reasonable.
It is estimated that there are too many people in the scrap purchasing industry in the whole village, and the competition between them is too great, and no one wants to be eliminated by the other.
The thick door was closed, but the small door next to it was not locked. A gentle knock on the door was enough to push the door open with inertia.
When I looked inside, I saw that it was not as dirty or messy as I imagined. There was a large stone path in the middle of the courtyard, and the area where waste was not piled up was fairly clean.
"Is anyone here? Is anyone here?"
After waiting for a while, no one came out to talk. Shen Dapeng walked on the stone road and looked around.
Several hills of scraps, plastic products, electronic products, and metal scraps were all piled up separately. A simple large tent was specially set up where the electronic products were placed, probably to avoid getting wet by the rain.
It's a pity that the ground is not well protected from moisture. Even if the rainwater is blocked, the moisture coming back from the ground is enough to make electronic products unusable.
"what is your job?"
Suddenly, a young man with shabby clothes and disheveled hair walked out of the tent. Shen Dapeng was so frightened that he subconsciously took two steps back.
"Are you collecting electronic products? Sorry to scare you, our place is really dirty."
The young man looked Shen Dapeng up and down with curious eyes, smiled honestly, and waved his shiny black hand towards the tent, "These were collected in the past few months, I guarantee they are not old goods, just take a look.
"
"How do you know I'm here to buy something and not sell something?"
Shen Dapeng also looked up and down at what he was wearing. Casual pants and a plaid shirt. He looked more like an IT man. How could he be regarded as a scrap collector?
"Aren't you from the Hi-tech Park? They all dress the same as you!"
The young man was not very old, and looked similar to Shen Dapeng. He walked to the water basin nearby and wiped off his hands as much as possible. After the stains on his face, a simple and innocent cheek was revealed. He looked even older.
Smaller.
"Although your electronic products have been set up in tents to protect them from rain, the dirt floor has not been protected from moisture, and there is no effective high-level isolation from the ground. As long as it rains, it will still be affected in use, even if it is recycled as waste.
Utilization will also affect the performance of its motherboard and circuit..."
The young man directly interrupted Shen Dapeng and kicked a broken TV next to him with a smile, "What else can it be used for with something like this? Someone can collect the motherboard inside, and the remaining parts are all tattered.
What no one wants is basically taken away as scrap plastic in the end. Anyway, if you can get some money, you can just collect the waste."