Unscrupulous profiteer

() Brother Heichao, who had been wearing a sculpture standing behind Zheng Jing, suddenly activated his body, rushed into the crowd like a bison, picked up the person who was shouting, and caught Zheng Jing in front of him.

"You... you guys! Do you still want to hit someone in such a large crowd?" The man in a gray suit was full of panic, tilting his head and not daring to look directly at Zheng Jing.

Seeing this person, Liu Xu suddenly got impatient, rushed up and stared at him with wide eyes: "Xiao Zhao? Why are you here? You are..."

"Hmph, Brother Liu, your employee has already been bribed, don't you realize that the people who have been troubling us behind the scenes know everything about your institute?" Zheng Jing frowned slightly , staring at the person in front of him seemed to exude a pressure naturally: "Look up and look at me."

Under Zheng Jing's intimidation, the man finally turned his head, but he still insisted: "What do you want? Why don't you let people tell you about doing bad things?"

"Whatever you say, I'm too lazy to talk meaningless nonsense with you here." Zheng Jing suddenly raised his voice, and shouted to everyone present: "I'll just put a sentence here, from now on, here you If anyone suffers losses because of me and Mr. Liu, feel free to come to me to compensate, whether it is 10 or 100 million! But, I want to ask this person, if these villagers have nothing to do in the next year, Do you dare to pay me 100 million?"

The audience was silent, and the man in the gray suit squirmed his lips, but said nothing.

"Boss Zheng is innocent! Sure enough, this guy is the one who slandered Boss Zheng and deceived everyone!" A voice suddenly rang out from an unknown direction in the crowd, completely breaking the calm.

The villagers on the side responded one after another: "That is, it is said that Boss Zheng wants to harm us. What is the evidence?"

"Liar! Dirty villain! Get out of our village!"

The situation turned completely to Zheng Jing's side, and Zheng Jing, out of the corner of his eye, caught sight of Guo Jia, who was dressed as an ordinary village girl in the crowd, and smiled knowingly.

A farce finally came to an end. Zheng Jing didn't make things difficult for the man in the gray suit, but after he left the village in disgrace, Zheng Jing ordered Guo Jia to investigate the company behind that man. He had a hunch that this It might not end there just yet.

Then Zheng Jing, as he promised, selected five honest-looking young people in the village to hire as employees, and paid each of them a month's salary in advance on the spot.

Liu Xu has already found someone to start buying waste oil in a nearby small county town. The factory building he promised Zheng Jing before has also been prepared. After Zheng Jing recruited workers, he led Zheng Jing and these people to that place.

The factory building is very close to Liu Xu's research institute, which makes Zheng Jing very satisfied, so that when Liu Xu's electricity is transmitted in the future, he doesn't have to work hard to pull so many cables.

Entering the interior, it is said to be a factory building. In fact, it is just a big house built with bricks and wooden beams. The area is smaller than the old nest of the Thunder Dragon Gang. It is relatively simple, but it is more convenient for Zheng Jing to use it for renovation.

"I used to plan to build a wind turbine assembly workshop here, but the problem of money, you know, hehe. The windproof here is not very good, if you use it, you have to repair the outer wall." Liu Xu felt a little embarrassed explained.

Zheng Jing waved his hand indifferently, and said: "This thing I made has a strong smell. In order not to affect Brother Liu, you and the villagers, I am going to thicken the outer walls here to make them tighter. In addition, I'm going to build a small room with good sealing effect over there to store the produced waste oil, is there any construction around here?"

Whether it was Liu Xu or some of the villagers who came to watch the fun, hearing that Zheng Jing thought about them, they once again developed a good impression of him. They didn't know that Zheng Jing did this because he was afraid that his secret would be leaked.

A villager hired by Zheng Jing came over and volunteered, saying: "Boss, my younger brother used to do construction in the city, let him find someone to do it for you, he will definitely satisfy you with his work, and the money will definitely be paid." I won't ask for more from you."

Zheng Jing nodded and agreed, the project was not too difficult in the first place, and he was willing to sell the favors of these villagers.

"Squeak—" The sound of brakes sounded outside the house, and then two of Liu Xu's employees came in carrying a huge oil drum.

"Boss Zheng, we brought you the waste oil you asked for. There's only so much in the restaurant in that small town. Do you think it's enough?"

"Thank you." Zheng Jing just wanted to go up to greet him, but he was dazed by a pungent smell as soon as he got close to him. He quickly stepped back two steps, and hurriedly shouted to the two people carrying the oil drum: "Wait a minute , put your things there, don’t come here.”

Looking at the crimson liquid in the big oil drum mixed with leftovers and a lot of garbage such as cigarette butt packaging bags from a distance, Zheng Jing couldn't help but want to vomit. He had seen those in the news before. What kind of garbage oil is fished out of the ditch, but I still didn't expect the real thing to be so unbearable.

"This is waste oil? Why is it different from what I saw in the capital?"

To say that Zheng Jing has eaten a lot of waste oil, but apart from the slight color difference between those oils and real peanut oil, there is no smell at all when added to the dishes, and sometimes it even makes the dishes more delicious. Fragrance, if the pungent taste of waste oil is added to the dishes, who would eat it?Smoked people spit out.

A villager who Zheng Jing had just recruited took the initiative to explain to Zheng Jing: "Boss, this is the real waste oil. Those workshops that make this thing take it back from the trenches and slop buckets of those small restaurants, and then use it to clean it. After clearing, refining, and deodorizing, several processes are used to turn it into edible oil, and then sell it back to those restaurants. At that time, when the oil is added to the pan when frying vegetables, the taste will disappear completely.”

Zheng Jing glanced at this person curiously: "You seem to understand this very well?"

The man touched the back of his head in embarrassment, and smiled honestly: "Hey, I have done this with them in other places before, and I understand the procedures. It's not complicated, but the smell is a bit strong, and wearing a mask is a bit unbearable." , it would be nice to have a breathing mask."

"These are not problems. You will take the lead and lead them to work in the future. By the way, Brother Liu, where do you think there is equipment for refining fuel from waste oil? Get me a few."

Liu Xu was a little embarrassed: "I can get it from a buddy of mine, but it may be slower, and it won't be available in a short time."

"Don't worry, I'll let them do basic processing during this time." Zheng Jing pretended to be tolerant and said, but what he thought was that he was a little embarrassed to deceive Liu Xu, an honest boy, and waited for those instruments to be sent here for production. Those simple processed waste oils have long been sold by him to aliens to harm people. How could he really turn these treasures that can be sold as biochemical weapons into fuel oil that can't be exchanged for a few energy transfers?

Of course, although what he actually does is the same as those black-hearted workshops, after all, he is still a company that produces so-called high-tech clean and environmentally friendly energy in name. It is still necessary to put on a very impressive instrument. You can’t blatantly say that you are a black-hearted workshop that produces waste oil and wait for the police uncle to come to check the water meter?

Then Zheng Jing stayed here for another week, signed a long-term cooperation contract with Liu Xu, and invested 500 million yuan in Liu Xu's research institute as promised, which made Liu Xu often wake up laughing from his dreams these two days.

At the same time, the workshop dedicated to the production of waste oil established by Zheng Jing is also stepping into the right order in an orderly manner. This place is not as numerous as various black workshops in economically developed areas, and the work of purchasing raw waste oil from restaurants in surrounding counties and cities It went relatively smoothly. Before the complete renovation of the factory building was completed, the five workers hired by Zheng Jing easily processed the 10 cubic meters of finished waste oil that Zheng Jing needed.

However, although the progress in this area is relatively smooth, the money is not short. The money for hiring villagers to help renovate the factory buildings, the money for prepayment of wages for workers, and the cost of purchasing waste oil, Zheng Jing was killed in just a few days. Kari's last hundreds of thousands of deposits were also spent.

"Finally I can leave this ghost place." Zheng Jing shook the sand on his clothes bitterly. He originally thought that growing up in the countryside was already hard enough for him, but after living here for a few days In the end, he had to admit that he was simply a flower growing in a greenhouse.

After connecting to Lana's communication, when Lana's face appeared on the screen, Zheng Jing was already standing in front of the oil drums piled up half of the storage room.

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I'm sorry everyone, from last night to now I have encountered such an anti-human thing as a 36-degree community power outage, so I didn't update it in the morning. This chapter was written on the Internet. There should be another chapter in the evening to make up for the chapter in the morning, and then There's nothing I can do about it tomorrow morning...

If I’m in good shape tomorrow night, I’ll make up for it in the morning, but well, anyone who has experienced the same thing as me should understand my current state, so I’m resigned to fate, and I don’t want to be like this.