Catastrophe

Mr. Zhuang heard the discussion between Fatty Li and Li Xiaomao, and said with a smile, "It's okay, we don't need to be so troublesome to enter the city. My brother-in-law works at the checkpoint. Then we will go through the municipal passage without inspection!"

Before Fatty Li could ask questions, the young man in the back row, also from the countryside, interjected and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, what is the municipal passage?"

Mr. Zhuang held the steering wheel and said, "The two large garbage disposal plants in the fortress are all located in Nancheng District. There are so many people in the administrative district. The garbage generated every day has to be transported to the garbage disposal plant. There will be traffic jams, and it will also affect the appearance of the city, so the floor below the cross-he bridge is the municipal dedicated passageway, which is specially used for these engineering vehicles! My brother-in-law works at the checkpoint and is in charge of the municipal passage. I usually go in and out. It’s all this way, there’s no traffic jams, and there’s no need to go down and search, it’ll be a lot more convenient!”

Hearing this answer, the big stone in Fatty Li's heart finally fell to the ground. According to President Zhuang, he could at least avoid the identity check.

Several people chatted all the way, and the vehicle quickly drove to the vicinity of the Cross River Bridge. Although Fatty Li had seen the Cross River Bridge from a distance, this was the first time he approached.

The eight-lane cable-stayed bridge spans the river, and the steel cables on the main girder are arranged symmetrically on both sides of the bridge. The mercenaries with guns near the checkpoint at the bridge head are murderous, and the parking lot outside is full of vehicles waiting to be checked into the city. .

Mr. Zhuang did not go to the queue for inspection, but turned around the parking lot with the steering wheel and drove towards a fork in front of him. After going down the slope, he entered the lower level of the bridge across the river. The bridge deck here is not like The traffic is the same as above, but the ones in the past are all large garbage trucks, sprinklers, transport vehicles, etc. Mr. Zhuang parked the car in front of the gate and honked the car horn, and a person with the words "check" came out of the house. The armbanded mercenary stood beside the car and grinned happily: "Brother-in-law, are you going back?"

"Ah, the old man and the old lady are moving today!" Mr. Zhuang opened the glove box and took out a pack of cigarettes and handed them out: "Aren't you going to help?"

"You don't know my work, one radish and one pit, really can't get away!" Zhuang's brother-in-law grinned happily: "Well, after get off work in the evening, I'll buy some good wine, and I'll accompany you to drink some. !"

"Okay, let's talk about it at night!" Mr. Zhuang waited for the other party to lift the barrier and started to drive into the city.

This is the first time that Fatty Li has walked on the bridge. Looking out along the guardrail, the sun shines on the sparkling water. Countless passenger ships and cargo ships shuttle on the water. Looking far away, the administrative district can already be seen. Fatty Li was shocked by the high-rise buildings of 20 to 30 stories high. Compared with this place, the shanty towns in the refugee area were simply a pile of ruins.

Zhuang Zhuang's parents' house is an ordinary residential area. When Zhuang brought Fatty Li and the others back, his parents were not at home. Zhuang also asked everyone to sit down and wait. After Fatty Li entered, he looked at the beautiful interior of the room. For a while, he had no idea what to do, for fear that he would stain the things in the house. The refrigerator, TV, fan, and all electronic products made him feel extremely unfamiliar, especially when he knew that the house where the fortress lived was unexpectedly unfamiliar. There is also a toilet, which instantly subverted his three views. He looked at the toilet in the bathroom and wanted to ask Mr. Zhuang, isn't it smelly when such a small thing stores so much feces every day?

While the others were waiting, Mr. Zhuang took out a few bottles of juice and shared them with Fatty Li: "Come on, drink some water!"

"Hey, thank you, Mr. Zhuang!" Fatty Li politely took the drink, unscrewed it and took a sip. The sweetness seemed to hit his taste buds constantly. In the refugee area, he only encountered illness when he was a child. , his parents will make him a bowl of sugar water. He once thought it was the sweetest thing in the world. In order to drink sugar water, he once practiced pretending to be sick.

Soft sofa, TV with programs, sweet drinks in hand, fresh fruit on the table.

Fatty Li looked at all this, and his heart was full of envy. He finally knew why there were countless refugees who had sharpened their heads and wanted to drill into the city, because here is the life that human beings should live, not the easy life in refugee areas. It's a wasteland where colds can take away people's lives.

Just as Fatty Li was thinking wildly, Zhuang Zhuang's parents also returned home. The old lady saw several people sitting in the room and asked Zhuang Zhuang, "Did you bring a friend back?"

Mr. Zhuang had already changed into a set of pajamas, and came out of the bedroom to explain: "No! They are all employees in my store. Didn't I think about moving today, so I asked them to help!"

"Several employees, why did you bring them a fruit plate! How expensive is the fruit now!" The old lady heard the words and took the fruit plate and put it back in the refrigerator, ignoring the embarrassment of Fatty Li and the others, and continued. To Zhuang: "But you are right to bring people back. Now the price of goods in the city has been rising. I contacted the moving company before, and the workers on their side already cost 80 yuan a day for one person! You said this Aren't you crazy?"

"The administrative district is not like the outer four districts. The labor here is expensive! What's more, the moving company does manual labor, and the high price is justified!" President Zhuang smiled and waved to Fatty Li and the others: "Don't be stunned. Come on, help with the work! Do whatever my mother asks you to do!"

"Hey, good!" Fatty Li carefully screwed the drink bottle into his pocket and started to get busy.

"Son, let's give them some red envelopes later." Zhuang Zhuang's father looked at the busy people and continued: "Your mother is right, prices in the city have indeed risen recently, and the news said that the administrative district The average salary has reached 1,700, and the cost of collecting garbage in our community is expensive. In the past, the garbage station in our community only needed 300 to clean up once, but now it has risen to 500!”

"Dad, they are all my employees, I pay them wages, you don't have to worry about them!" Zhuang waved his hand in disapproval: "They earn my wages, help me do some work, isn't it normal! "

Fatty Li, who was moving the sofa, heard this~www.readwn.com~ became enlightened again. It turned out that the fortress was only a paradise for the rich, and since he entered the fortress, could he also become a rich man?

As a small businessman who did not forget to sell mice when they broke up, Fatty Li's business brain is definitely enough. Some people are born to be businessmen. When they come into contact with anything, they will unconsciously put this The matter is linked to interests. When Li Xiaomao and another young man filled a car with furniture, the two were tired and paralyzed in the carriage of the truck and did not want to move, while Fatty Li was sitting in the carriage and chatting with the driver. Understand how the garbage station works.

Because the land in the fortress is limited, and the administrative area is expensive, there are no garbage disposal plants in the main urban area. Those factories that deal with garbage are all located in the outer four districts. To help clean up the **** in the community, a fee of 500 yuan will be charged to the property at a time, but Fatty Li is keenly aware that many of the **** can be recycled.

While figuring out this matter, Fatty Li had already realized that if he wanted to live the same life as Mr. Zhuang, it was not enough to be a waiter. He had to find a way to own his own business, staring at each other all the way. The garbage truck to and from the community, a not too mature idea, has already formed in Fatty Li's mind.