Skynet Architect

"Please cooperate and leave our factory, otherwise we will resort to violent expulsion. This is a private place that is sacred and inviolable!" The cold words of the Terminator made George slowly stop the car and look at the people on the opposite side.

"They must be from the military!" He whispered to himself, and wiped his trouser legs nervously.

Such strict monitoring is beyond his imagination. Fortunately, he applied directly to this company this time and wanted to get news after lurking for a period of time.

"Respected Chief Dispatcher Mr. George, please enter Warehouse No. 1 as soon as possible for induction and adapt to your position as soon as possible! I wish you a happy mood!" The Terminator reminded George with the cold voice of the robot.

George, who was about to watch the excitement again, felt overwhelmed, so he could only nod dully.

"Okay! Okay!" He hurried to the garbage disposal plant. He was shocked in the car. He had never seen a company with such strict security measures. He had infiltrated even the world's top companies, but he had never encountered such a strict company.

After dismissing the security personnel, George finally took a few deep breaths and gradually entered the factory.

The exaggerated and gorgeous appearance of the factory can no longer attract him. No matter how luxurious the company is, he has entered it before, but this is just a novelty. No matter how famous the designer is, it has nothing to do with him, he only cares about one!

The technology owned by this company, only by recording all these technologies can he get the most commission.

This time, Japan's stupid Miyamoto Co., Ltd. has issued a task with no upper limit. As long as the task is completed according to the value of the technology, it will be rewarded directly.

Although there is no fixed number, but only such tasks are more challenging.

With great confidence, he drove directly into the factory parking lot.

This is the parking lot for factory employees! When he parked, he found about four other cars parked here. Other than that there is no one else.

"Didn't you expect that there are only five employees here?" George parked the car and went straight to the only place that looked like a gate. There was already a row of large trucks. You can see a Middle Eastern man operating the panel at the warehouse door, and then you can see the crane inside moving the boxes of goods directly to the car.

This speed is so fast that a car is already full in a dozen seconds. Then change to another one.

Amazingly efficient.

He was really dumbfounded. This is beyond his common sense!

"Is this really an ordinary garbage disposal plant? How could they have so many raw materials for sale?" George stood there in a daze.

Suddenly, he felt someone pat him from behind.

"Hi! Are you a new employee? I am the chief dispatcher of No. 2 Warehouse. My name is William Cohen! You can call me William!" This is an employee from the United States like George.

George shook hands with him gently: "Hello! I'm George James, you can call me George. I'm in charge of Warehouse No. 4! But can you tell me where Warehouse No. 4 is? I'm in charge It seems to be a petrochemical material."

He was still a little uneasy looking at the list he got. There were too many numbers in it. It's too full. Almost all the materials that can be used frequently on the market are already included.

William on the opposite side obviously didn't care: "I'm in charge of metals. This factory operates more metals than I've ever heard of. Don't be surprised. Just do your job well!"

He explained it to George! Then the two of them stood at the door and chatted like this.

After waiting for half a day, nothing happened to the two of them.

Instead, the time was spent chatting.

There isn't even a lounge, so you can just sit somewhere with a plastic sheet.

It was not until more than half an hour later that William reminded George: "You can go to the convoy to confirm the loading order in a while, and then direct the order. We don't need to do other things!"

After waiting for such a long time, William finally spoke.

Suddenly George was startled! Then I felt sweaty: "You mean! We don't need to enter the factory from the beginning to the end? My job is to arrange the vehicles to line up?"

He still feels that he can't accept it, what is the situation.

Unexpectedly, William on the opposite side shook his head: "Of course it's not that simple. When working, you need to rotate jobs. The one who is working now is Peter Pan in Warehouse No. 1. He works the most every day. We just need to go to the warehouse door to arrange the packing. The vehicle sequence of the goods, and then enter the information into the computer. Other things are not too much for us. But we need to keep an eye on it to prevent any accidents.”

After he finished speaking, he was ready to leave.

Only then did George stand up in surprise: "It's gone? Our jobs are gone now? Didn't you say that you need a high degree of education? Do you need management talents?"

He still couldn't accept it, but he was hired to work with a high salary, who knew he would do such a thing!

William on the opposite side shrugged: "Of course it's true. There are only so many jobs now, and there will be shipping work for the residence in the future. I guess it will be busy by then."

He wasn't even sure if he really had a future.

George now only cares about one thing: "Then can we enter the factory? Isn't it a good management job?"

William suddenly smiled: "Don't dream, this factory is very strictly managed, it's impossible to get in, let alone get in, I can't even find the door! Do the work in front of you first. It’s true, there are thousands of different materials to load and unload, it’s definitely not as simple as you imagined!”

Instead, he spoke frankly. With a wise eye.

This look surprised George!

Yup! There are so many decomposed materials in a waste treatment plant, and there is an endless stream of vehicles that need to be transported by land every day to take away the goods! How much output is there?

None of them know.

What if there is still shipping? How much cargo is this? Where did these things come from!

Suddenly, he thought of an answer that made him shudder!

"Could it be? These are the materials decomposed by the waste treatment plant?" He couldn't believe it. Most of the non-pure plastics in waste treatment are incinerated! Pure plastics are blended together to make recycled plastic pellets.

And what is written on the receipt in his hand? Polymer synthetic resin, which is synthetic plastic! The other high-grade materials are actually pure natural resins.

Can this thing also be decomposed from the garbage? This is not scientific!