I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 343 There is also campus bullying in this era
After all, all the statements and things were just that the webmaster took advantage of the drunkenness and happy mood today to let Song Wu know in advance that when this matter will be completed, it is probably not a matter of a few months and a half. Maybe it's possible to wait a year or two.

Therefore, after Song Wu came out of the tavern and said goodbye to the stationmaster, he stopped thinking about this matter.

In his mind, riding a tricycle around was no different from being a stationmaster. Let's see when the time comes. It really makes him feel comfortable. It doesn't matter if he does it. There are really many constraints and restrictions. No matter how great the benefits it is, he won't do it.

In fact, today's waste collection is completely different from the image of this industry in the minds of future generations. It will be so free and loose.

The management is really strict, the entire process is very seamless, there are few loopholes to exploit, and there are many restrictions on ordinary purchasers.

Of course, except Song Wu, after all, he is a person with golden fingers.

Now, Song Wu has been working for such a long time without being too devoted, so he can be considered to have some understanding.

Based on what he usually sees, it is almost rare to see someone exchange controlled materials for money through the channels of the purchasing station. For example, metal or other things that are now strictly controlled.

Moreover, collecting waste now is not a concept for future generations. After all, life is so tense nowadays, and ordinary people rarely have abundant things in their homes that they can exchange for money.

Therefore, people like Song Wu and others who are engaged in the material recycling industry mostly deal with small things that are unimaginable in future generations.

Long hair is worth more. After the hair is recycled, part of it is dedicated to literary and artistic units that require makeup and wigs.

After Song Wu and the others received the glass bottles, the purchasing station arranged for professional lesbians to clean the glass bottles carefully.

It is even more difficult to get the scraps produced in factory production like the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, because each workshop has a special waste manager, and the scraps are stored in designated places and strictly registered, and are directly contacted to the purchasing station. Or the superior unit conducts business handover.

Broken bones, rotten chicken feathers, and hair residue are all treasures.

In fact, let alone glass bottles, you can't even touch the glass shards easily.

As for collecting some glass bottles and the like, don’t even think about it. Having a glass bottle or something is a good thing in ordinary people’s homes. It is useful for making soy sauce, vinegar and wine. No one is willing to take it out easily. Sell.

Anyway, in the eyes of the buying station, there is nothing that is not accepted, only things that you dare not think about and the country does not allow to buy and sell casually.

The most valuable thing among worn-out shoes is rubber shoes. If you save enough, they will be sent to the rubber factory outside Yongding Gate for reuse.

There is indeed a unit in Beijing that specializes in bone recycling. There is an oil refinery near Songjiazhuang that specializes in bone recycling. Even the bone meal left after refining the oil will be fully utilized, and nothing will be wasted. It can be said that even the bone residue is not used. Squeeze it clean.

In this era, non-ferrous metal recycling is one of the most tightly controlled parts. There is a special warehouse for storage. After preliminary screening and sorting by the service station, it will be handed over to the steel plant above the Red Star Rolling Mill for recycling.

To be honest, it turned out that Song Wu was not in this profession and he didn't understand it. Now that he really understands it, he admires the dead Guo Da Paozi. He is really a talent. He was able to find loopholes in such a strict management and exchange things for supplies and money.

Another very important item in material recycling is hair. State-run barber shops will carefully accumulate hair and sell it.

In addition to careful planning and the cooperation of many people like Guo Dapizi, it is possible to exploit some loopholes.

Moreover, recycling prices are open and transparent, and prices are unified. They cannot be raised or lowered, and the control is very strict.

At the same time, private individuals are absolutely not allowed to collect waste at will. This is more serious than speculation, but you can pick up scraps, so this is also one of Song Wuzuan's loopholes.

These glass bottles will then be sent to the corresponding units and factories to be cleaned and sterilized before being used again, instead of being turned into broken glass slag and returned to the furnace like later generations.
As for those who say they can get some metal or metal scraps in exchange for money, they are overthinking it.

You must know that people don't have golden fingers. They rely purely on organizational ability and brains. Hey, let's put it this way, Guo Da is much better than Song Wu.

You will also receive some shoes when collecting waste, and they are all shoes that have been worn to the point of being worn out. Otherwise, in this age of three years of mending and repairing, who would be willing to throw away shoes easily?

However, the risks they take are also very high. They may be discovered at any time, and if they are discovered, it will be a huge trouble.

In terms of safety, they cannot compare with Song Wu.

Plastics are even rarer, and were taken for granted in later generations. Plastic bottles, which can even be said to be the main force in selling scrap products, did not exist at all in this era. There are some plastic products, and the most are just some tattered plastic soles, etc., which will be classified as treasures.

Moreover, there is another very important thing. The public security police also keep a close eye on the waste collection stations and often go to the warehouse to check the accounts regularly to prevent illegal recycling.

Song Wu didn't go to the buying station often and he had met him many times. It can be seen that the public security police were frequent visitors to the buying station.

Therefore, if you think about it carefully, how can the webmaster of the acquisition station have any freedom? In this era of work, there is no such thing as a superficial organizational style, and most of them emphasize dedication. It's really not suitable for someone like Song Wu who just wants to fish.

Therefore, he showed a lack of interest in the road to advancement that others coveted.

Song Wu was thinking wildly all the way back to Nanluogu Lane. It was getting dark now. When he was passing by the entrance of a small alley in the middle, he suddenly braked the car and stepped back.

Hey, why are you sitting in the alley wiping tears?

Song Wu saw Bangge crying alone in the alley and didn't know what was going on.

He simply got off his bicycle, parked it at the entrance of the alley, locked it and walked into the alley.

Banggeng heard the noise, raised his head and saw a panic on Song Wu's face, and quickly reached out to wipe away his tears.

Song Wu had good eyesight and saw many long and thin scratches on the back of his hands.

He grabbed Banggeng's hand that was about to hide it behind his back in panic, pointed at the wound on the back of his hand and asked: "Brother Banggou, what's going on? Don't tell me that it was caused by being beaten at home. Wound."

At this moment, he saw that Banggeng was carrying a schoolbag, and it looked like he hadn't gone home yet.

Banggeng lowered his head and burst into tears, but did not say a word.

"You are still a man, aren't you? If you have something to say boldly, it should be solved. What problem can be solved by crying?"

"Why am I not a man anymore?" Banggeng suddenly raised his head and shouted at Song Wu.

Song Wu curled his lips and smiled, pointing at the back of his hand and saying, "Are you crying because of these wounds?"

Bangge nodded fiercely as if angry.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Banggeng opened his mouth angrily to say something, but suddenly he lost his temper and his head dropped again.

Song Wu laughed, simply took his arm and pulled him up from the ground and said to him: "Since you don't want to tell me, then go home as soon as possible. If you don't go home and cry here, we will do it later." Your mother and grandma should be worried, they are not sure where to find you."

But the stick sticks its butt out and pulls back, refusing to leave.

Hey, this naughty kid. If you don't talk about anything and don't go home, why are you staying here?
Song Wu simply let go of his hand, turned around and walked out, saying, "If you want to stay here, just continue crying here. I will ask your mother to go to school tomorrow to find out what happened?"

Before he had even taken two steps, Banggeng had already rushed over from behind and hugged his leg.

"Uncle Song Wu, don't let my mother go to school. It's so embarrassing. Please."

Song Wuba pulled his hand away and said with a smile: "Then tell me what's going on? What's the use of crying if there's a problem that can't be solved?"

Banggeng hugged Song Wu's legs again, looked up at Song Wu, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm telling you, you can't tell others."

"Why? You can't even tell your mother?"

"No, it's too embarrassing." As he said this, Banggeng's tears started to fall again.

Hey. What's going on here? It seems that I have suffered a lot of grievances. I don’t know if it was a classmate or a teacher or both.

Song Wu simply sat down next to Banggan, turned his head and said to him: "Tell me, just treat us as friends. I am not your uncle. Just tell me and I will give you some advice."

Banggian was a little surprised by Song Wu's attitude and statement. He looked at Song Wu, his expression softened a lot, he pursed his lips tightly, and then he finally said the matter.

It turns out that Banggeng has a new female classmate assigned to him this semester. She has just transferred from another place. Originally, Banggeng looked down on her. The clothes she wore were patched next to each other, and she was not very particular about hygiene. She often He said she was a yellow-haired girl from the countryside.

Anyway, when I usually play with my classmates, I am always full of disgust and often say that I am unlucky to have such a terrible classmate.

However, it has only been a short time since the new semester started, and he doesn't dare to talk about it anymore.

"Zhang Lili just came to the city with her parents, and her family lived in a coal mine compound. At the beginning, she didn't talk much and kept her head down, so I didn't think much about it. But one day she suddenly said to me, let me I brought her some food when I came to school in the morning. Of course I was too lazy to pay attention to her. If I couldn’t give it to anyone, why should I give it to her? A dirty yellow-haired girl was not pretty at all. So, of course, I I didn't do what she asked, and I didn't take it seriously at all. As a result, she said it several times in a row, and I was annoyed by her. I said something casually to her, and she "ordered" me to stretch out my hand. When I refused to stretch out, she grabbed my hand. She was very strong and I couldn't break away. As a result, she scratched the back of my hand with her small pointed nails. The scratches were all bloody. She said to me, if I don't Complete the task as required, and add one more every day from now on. Look, there are so many now..., woo woo..."

Song Wu looked at the crying Banggeng with disbelief. He really didn't expect that there was school bullying in this era, but he was not sure whether it was of this nature.

(End of this chapter)