Chapter 17 Different from imagination
The director took her letter of introduction, filled out a temporary worker file, stamped it, and that was it.
"Comrade Xiao Liu, you must work hard in the future. Your salary will be calculated starting from this month. You can learn from Xiao Lu for a few days. Once Xiao Lu has rested, you will be able to start right away."
It may have delayed Director Li from getting off work. This procedure is simple and quick.
I'm too lazy to even talk official language.
After finishing the work, Lu Yan took her back to the scrap yard.
The so-called habitable place is a small house separated from the side of a row of bungalows used to store waste.
The two pickers had already received the news. There was nothing else in the room except a short, narrow wooden bed with dark yellow bedding, a table against the wall, and a stove in the middle of the room, just like in the duty room.
The two of them must have taken all their belongings away.
Lu Yan pointed to the house next to her and said, "The coal briquettes and firewood are at the back of the house. Keep an eye on the fire in the stove and add more when it's almost burned. If you need a bench or something, you can get it over there."
After that, he hurried home from work.
After Liu Qingqing sent her away, she locked the outer door and entered several nearby rooms where waste was stored. This was completely different from the waste collection station she had imagined.
The scrap yard in her memory was dirty and messy, with things thrown away at random.
Here, all categories are neatly arranged.
When you look closer, you can see that even the same type of paper has been divided into more than a dozen different types and bundled into piles.
And the hair, every strand is the same length.
Chicken and duck meat, without a trace of impurities in them.
Liu Qingqing's eyes have been opened. In front of these garbage creatures, they are nothing!
As for the types of characters here, even people with obsessive-compulsive disorder would give a thumbs-up.
The scrap yard in Wuning Town refreshed her cognition and made her realize that this place is not inferior to the future.
At this time, people's enthusiasm for work, efforts in life, and yearning for the future are all positive and vigorous.
After sighing for two minutes, she began to look for the box that Lin Yumo had chosen that day.
Well, this is her real purpose.
Although she had space and could come in directly under the pretext of buying newspapers like Lin Yumo did, her rash actions under unknown circumstances might result in her being sent to the laboratory.
Look, doesn’t everything here prove that the idea is too simple?
With such detailed information, it is impossible not to keep a record in the account book.
She didn't want to take the box this time, she just wanted to study what was inside.
These exquisite furniture, cabinets and boxes are very conspicuous and are neatly stacked in the corners of the wall.
She took out a pen and paper and wrote down the order in which they were placed before she started looking for them.
There were three wooden boxes in total, two of which were made of dark red wood with relief carvings, about two feet long and one foot high and wide. Judging from their appearance, they must have been made by the same family.
The other one was made of jet-black wood, with exquisite carvings of dragons and phoenixes. It was much smaller than the other two, only a foot long and half a foot high, and narrow and flat.
Liu Qingqing took a dark red one and shook it. It was quite heavy in her hand.
When I opened the lid, I saw that there should be some cloth lining inside, but now it has been removed.
It's bare and there's nothing there.
She shook it and didn't hear any unusual noise.
"That shouldn't be possible!" Lin Yumo was holding back his anger and didn't want to let go of the thing even after listening to the scolding. How could there be no trick?
Looking at the other two, they are both empty inside.
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This piece of rubbish is absolutely amazing.
He turned it over and over in his hands, feeling it from inside to outside, inch by inch.
Nothing was found except a handful of dust.
I knocked on the upper and lower layers, and they looked quite thin, not like there was any interlayer.
After putting the lid on, she pondered the patterns carved on the exterior.
After all the lines have been pressed, the box is still the same box.
It was already dark by the time she finished her research. She sighed and prepared to satisfy her stomach first.
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