"Right, why not just build the waste treatment plant in Shunshui Village?"
Reminded by Sun Qian's words, Zhang Xiaowei immediately clapped his hands in excitement.
But when Sun Qian heard this, she treated him as if he were a fool.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Haven't you thought about whether that's even possible?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
Zhang Xiaowei didn't see any problem with the idea.
Sun Qian glared at him fiercely, and her words came out almost as a shout.
"That would be a waste treatment plant! The villagers of Shunshui would have to have their heads kicked by a donkey to want a waste treatment plant in their own village."
A waste treatment plant, representing an endless stream of garbage to be delivered.
Everybody knows that garbage reeks.
Even if the villagers of Shunshui could profit from it, they might not be willing to tolerate an environment filled with stench.
