super trash system

Chapter 6 Maintenance of Shields

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was clear and the sun was scorching hot, and the last piece of haze was also pushed into the depths of the sea by the light.

Countless streaks of golden light were refracted from the mask covered with spider webs, which dazzled people's eyes and hurt people's hearts.

The black-faced father returned to the courtyard with a tired face. Looking at his face, it seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

The yard is very quiet, the two demolition robots are parked in the garbage dump, there are not many iron lumps in the west corner of the protective cover, and the giant molten iron robot is like a giant who has lost its soul, standing in a daze against the mask, apparently it has not been seen for a long time started.

The black-faced dad looked around the courtyard, the anger accumulated in his heart could no longer be suppressed, he raised his neck and yelled at his throat:
"They're all dead, there's not even a breather?!"

Three minutes later, the window of the reception room on the second floor opened, and Ji Lanhua poked her head out, squinting at the furious man downstairs.

The black-faced dad felt guilty, swallowed, turned around and climbed into the robot control room.

"You really want my mother to die, don't you?" Ji Lanhua's cold gaze followed the robot, making the black-faced father feel uncomfortable. The control of the robot arm was not in place, and he couldn't grab the two pieces after three times Meter square armor plates.

The black-faced dad didn't dare to say anything, his wife was the supreme existence in his heart, if he wasn't really annoyed, he wouldn't have dared to yell at that just now with all his guts.

"Does that mean you want your son to die?" Ji Lanhua was even more contemptuous.

"Ahem! Lanhua, I was so bored, I just yelled casually, don't take it to heart." After the black-faced dad finished speaking, he turned off the demolition robot, slammed his fist on the console, and lowered his head in frustration .

Ji Lanhua was silent for a long time, and finally snorted softly: "Come on, let's face it with the whole family, there is no need to be downcast, the sky is falling, I will bear it!"

After humming, he closed the window and retracted his head.

The black-faced father walked into the reception room and saw Ji Lanhua and Xiao Zhang holding teacups, drinking tea together leisurely. The crystal screen on the opposite wall was turned on, playing the operation process of garbage collection.

Ji Lanhua moved the crystal screen while explaining in a soft voice.

This set of operating procedures is very detailed, and only one domestic waste is subdivided into 512 items, covering almost the waste that can be generated in daily life.Industrial waste is also subdivided into 256 items.From the collection of a leaf, the recycling of a nutrient water bottle, to the treatment of above-ground sewage, the dredging of underground pipes, and even the control of air quality, the monitoring of the radiation flow of high-energy particles, the maintenance of the photon concentration coefficient, etc., are all comprehensive.

Such a set of strict procedures can only be implemented by 5A-level national key units.

"Excuse me, Lan Hua, what are you doing here?" the black-faced father endured watching for 10 minutes, and asked shyly.

Ji Lanhua stopped after explaining a detail, and took another sip of tea: "I don't know how to read, I'll teach my son how to clean up the trash!"

The black-faced dad scratched his head and smiled: "Hehe, that's good, but what you teach is not practical. This is the 5A recycling process. Except for those key state-owned units that can afford a lot of money, other small residential areas don't I won't do it."

Ji Lanhua didn't explain, and nuzzled: "Sit down, let's talk about rough things."

The black-faced dad hurriedly sat down and put a stack of crumpled banknotes on the coffee table. Apart from disappointment, there was also depression on his face: "Oh, don't mention it, it fell again. I didn’t sell it for 5 yuan. Later, I went to Boston Huafeng Manufacturing Group. The price was a little higher, 5 yuan and 5 yuan each, but I was picky, either because there were too many impurities, or because the radiation value exceeded the standard. , not even 8 yuan per piece. A total of 5 yuan was sold, and after deducting air traffic control fees and loading and unloading inspection fees, only 7481 yuan remained."

I can’t blame the black-faced dad for being frustrated. The recycling industry in Chaoyang, which has always been optimistic, has encountered a big cold wave this year. I don’t know why, but suddenly the price of rough embryos dropped sharply. From the highest point of 18 yuan a piece, it fell all the way to 5.5 yuan. The time fell by half, and there were a lot of messy expenses.

Ji Lanhua handed her teacup to the black-faced father, rubbed his shoulders, and said with a gentler expression, "Don't be discouraged, you can do as much money as you want, just enough to repair our protective shield."

The black-faced father stroked his forehead, and his expression became even more depressed: "Oh! Lanhua, I haven't finished my words yet. The Cambridge Tiangang maintenance company that has been cooperating with us watched the video of our protective cover being damaged and quoted 12000 yuan, one less Just now I went to Hu Feng’s house next door, and Hu Feng gave two quotations. If I give it to their company to do it, the price is 11500; not enough."

Ji Lanhua frowned, pondered for a while, and said, "You didn't discuss it with Hu Feng, let him help with the repair first, and we will return the remaining 2800 to him next month, if it's really not possible, plus bank interest?"

The black-faced dad smiled wryly and shook his head: "Oh, why didn't you say it? I almost knelt down to him, but he was a little hesitant. Her wife refused to agree with her life and death. She said that the company would be punished if she found out, and worried that we would die." The rest of the money was wasted."

"Really? She can really open her mouth?" Ji Lanhua clicked her teeth, and there was a gleam in her eyes.

Hu Feng and his wife are their neighbors. They moved to Cambridge from the Eastern Capital of Huaxia 15 years ago. At that time, they had no food or drink. They looked like two beggars. It was given by Ji Lanhua.With Hu Feng gaining a firm foothold in the Cambridge Shield R&D Institute, the two families have less contact in the past seven or eight years, and they don't pay much attention to Ji Lanhua's family.

"Mom, don't be as knowledgeable as this kind of person. I still have 5000 yuan here. You can use it to repair the protective cover." Xiao Zhang, who had been silent all this time, took out a bunch of banknotes from his pocket, and stuffed them into his mother's palm with a smile.

"This... Where did you come from?" The black-faced father and Ji Lanhua asked at the same time.

"Hehehe! I told you, don't be angry, I sold your Jockey Blu-ray stick..." Xiao Zhang laughed innocently.

"You brat! You sold all your eating utensils, do you still want to live?" Before Xiao Zhang could finish speaking, the black-faced father suddenly got up and slapped him on the head.

Father Hei's slap was heavy, and he didn't mean to leave any room for it. This kind of fried pork rice had never failed before, but today he miscalculated.Xiao Zhang's reaction was very quick, and he flew from one side of the sofa to the other in a flash. The black-faced father's slap did not slap his head, but slapped the corner of the coffee table.

"Huh? Little brat, have you grown up?" The black-faced father was a little surprised, ignoring the pain in his hand, and looked at Xiao Zhang strangely.

Ji Lanhua laughed in a good mood: "Your son is really capable. Just now Director Qiao from Harvard Middle School came and gave Zhang'er a quick test. The average photon index rose to 19.8. Director Qiao therefore officially agreed to Zhang's Take the college entrance examination."

"Not...to take the college entrance examination?" The black-faced dad felt dizzy for a while, and his heart sank.

"Okay, keep the business, let's talk about the specific situation while walking, and leave it to my son here. Zhang'er, learn this process carefully." Ji Lanhua was not angry at Xiao Zhang's private sale of the Blu-ray stick, and kept the money on the coffee table, dragging Dai Tui got the black-faced dad out of the reception room.

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At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the maintenance workers sent by the Cambridge Tiangang Maintenance Company entered the yard. A group of 12 people, nine men and three women, dressed in uniform uniforms, successively removed more than ten sets of maintenance equipment from the shuttle, and five There are only small mecha maintenance robots, each performing its own duties, with a clear division of labor, busy in an intense and orderly manner.

Xiao Zhang watched behind the maintenance master for a while, but he couldn't see why. What impressed him the most was the five small mechas. Everywhere, those spider webs disappeared one by one.

At sunset, when Ji Lanhua was ready for dinner, the protective cover was repaired, and there was no longer a spider web.The entire protective cover is white and translucent, and it is a seamless one, shining brightly in the sunset.

The black-faced father cheerfully handed over the 12000 yuan banknotes that had not been warmed up to the maintenance master, and exchanged several maintenance reports and inspection instructions.

The maintenance workers were sent away, and the family of three gathered around the small table, in stark contrast to the deadness at noon, and the courtyard in the sunset was full of laughter, and the black-faced dad even took out a bottle of spirits, and poured it with Ji Lanhua Drink swig.

Night comes quietly.

The earth fell asleep, but the family in the courtyard couldn't sleep all night.

(End of this chapter)