A few days had passed.
Early that morning, Zhang Zian assigned the store's cleaning work to the shop assistants before routinely driving the Wuling Hong Guang MPV with Vladimir to the landfill.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter, especially in the summer afternoon. It was particularly prone to heavy rain. The sky was clear and cloudy one moment, but dark clouds appeared in the blink of an eye. Then there were thunderstorms and lightning. He had many other things to do, so after discussion, he told the people at the acquisition center to collect the empty bottles in the morning. If he had enough free time, it would be once a day. Otherwise, it was once every two days.
The people at the Scrap Acquisition Center may have learned a lesson. Since that day, their eyes had changed when they met Little White in front of the artificial woods. They no longer deliberately undercount the number of bottles.
