The rise of nanometers

A tricycle puffing out black smoke carried Huang Xiuyuan back to his door.

"Xiaoyuan, this is the key."

Huang Sixiao handed over a key and lifted several suitcases off the body of the car.

Taking the key, he opened the stainless steel door familiarly, revealing an old TV, the essential coffee table, and three mahogany chairs.

I moved my luggage to my room on the second floor. Although I haven't been back for a long time, the room is still clean and tidy, and someone obviously cleans it regularly.

Unknowingly, an hour passed like this, and it was almost five o'clock in the evening.

Uncle Xiao's voice sounded downstairs.

"Xiao Yuan, come down for dinner."

He changed into slippers and a coat, and then walked down to the living room on the first floor. A fat, fair-faced middle-aged woman was at the dining table, taking out some braised food from a basket.

"Aunt, happy New Year." Huang Xiuyuan greeted.

The middle-aged woman raised her head, put down the plate with a smile, and took out a red envelope from her pocket: "Xiaoyuan, good luck for the New Year."

"Haha, congratulations on getting rich." Huang Xiuyuan did not refuse, because it is Shanmei custom that you can receive red envelopes before getting married.

Of course, the red envelopes here are just for the money, especially in rural areas of Shanmei, they are usually five or ten yuan.

After delivering dinner, the aunt left the basket and went back, leaving only the uncles and nephews Huang Xiuyuan and Huang Sixiao.

On the dining table, there are three simple dishes and one soup.

They are all home-cooked dishes from Shanmei, including pan-fried mackerel balls, braised pork trotters, fried cucumber with shrimps, and bitter melon soup with mackerel skin.

"Come on, Xiaoyuan, don't be polite. This is something you can't get in the United States."

"Uncle Xiao, I won't be polite."

The two of them picked up their chopsticks and quickly picked up vegetables and grilled rice. The taste of their hometown is something that makes you feel bored when you go out.

After finishing the meal, the sun had set outside, leaving only a trace of sunset.

He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Uncle Xiao, where are the things I ordered?"

Huang Sixiao, who had finished his meal long ago, picked his teeth and replied: "Inside the factory, follow me."

The two of them walked around a small dirt road and came to the back door of the recycling plant.

The lights are still bright inside the factory, and three workers are sorting some waste products, or taking some sorted waste products for the next step of processing, such as packaging paper, compressed aluminum products, and iron products.

His recycling plant is called "Fuqiang Recycling Plant". The name comes from Huang Xiuyuan's father's name.

The factory is a rectangular layout, with an open-air flat area in front, where the scrap that has just been recovered and the materials ready for shipment are piled;

In the middle is a steel-structured iron room, which is a rough processing area for equipment, displaying gantry shears, metal crushers, crocodile shears, shredders, metal crushers, metal separators, briquetting machines, cake presses, copper Rice machine, motor disassembly machine, radiator disassembly machine, waste paper baler and other equipment.

These belongings, accumulated by his father for more than ten years, have made Fuqiang Recycling Factory one of the top recycling factories in Shantou and Meizhou.

However, this business is also divided into categories. The ordinary recycling industry only makes some hard money, but it is very difficult to make big money.

Some special recycling industries not only require connections, but also lack of conscience.

For example, Tuocheng, a special zone in eastern Guangdong, and Guiyu, known as the “E-waste Capital of the World”.

Throughout Guiyu Town, there are 5,500 family workshops engaged in the e-waste treatment industry, employing more than 60,000 people, with an annual output value of nearly 1 billion yuan, accounting for more than 90% of the town's total industrial output value, and paying tens of millions of yuan in taxes. Garbage has become a pillar industry in Guiyu.

However, the development of things often involves gains and losses.

The recycling process of these small recycling workshops can only be described in one word, that is, simple and crude. They extract the precious metals from the circuit boards, and dump and stack the rest at will.

It has caused the leakage of a large number of harmful substances, including lead, cadmium, mercury, hexavalent chromium, polyvinyl chloride plastics, brominated flame retardants, etc., which have seeped into the local soil and groundwater.

According to a research report, 81.8% of rural children under the age of 6 in Guiyu suffer from lead poisoning, and the source is likely to be the lead ash produced by broken circuit boards, or the melting of lead solder to extract gold, Pollution from copper and other precious and semi-precious metals.

This is the primitive accumulation of capital. Since it came to the world, blood and filthy things have been dripping from every pore from head to toe.

After sighing for a moment, Huang Xiuyuan shook his head mockingly, and he came to the second half of the recycling plant.

There is a row of three-story houses built here, which is his father's office, as well as a staff lounge, duty room, kitchen, restaurant and bathroom.

There are also several rooms on the first floor used to store copper wires, copper materials, and some old electrical appliances.

The two climbed up the stairs and came to a room on the third floor. Huang Sixiao found the key to the room from a large set of keys and opened the stainless steel door.

After turning on the lights, the room is very simple.

Four gray walls, a cement floor, two lockers, a refrigerator, two wooden square tables and four plastic chairs.

"According to your instructions, the two packages are placed in the refrigerator, and the other 19 packages are in the lockers." After speaking, Huang Sixiao put the two keys to the room and the four keys to the lockers together. Leave it to him.

"Thank you, Uncle Xiao." Huang Xiuyuan was very satisfied.

"Then Xiaoyuan, take a look first. If you want to help, I'll be over there dividing the materials."

"No problem, uncle, please do your work first."

The sensible Huang Sixiao, although curious about what these things were used for, did not break the casserole and went straight downstairs.

In the room where Huang Xiuyuan was left alone, he locked the door and opened the packages one by one. Inside were the chemical vessels and some simple equipment he ordered, and then the chemical reagents.

First wash the utensils, wipe them clean, and then use Oktex spray to perform a previous disinfection.

It took more than two hours to prepare twenty brain suppressants according to the previous preparation ratio.

After stamping the date, place these brain suppressants in the refrigerator.

Looking at the simple laboratory and the brain inhibitors that needed to be injected once a day or two, he fell into thinking.

This first-generation brain inhibitor had too many troubles. The effect of the medicine was too short, so the necessary medicine could not be left for too long, which made it difficult for him to travel far away.

After all, it would be difficult to explain when going through security with this kind of drug on you.

If you don't take it with you, you can't just find a laboratory to prepare brain inhibitors everywhere you go.

This situation will increase the probability of the brain inhibitor being leaked.

It seems that we need to set up a real chemical laboratory as soon as possible, the kind of semi-permanent brain inhibitor, to avoid these problems.

Before the new brain inhibitor came out, he could only try his best to move around Lingnan to reduce unnecessary trouble.

At this time, Huang Xiuyuan remembered that he should call his father.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call. The father and son talked for more than ten minutes, mainly about returning to China and grandma's condition.

As expected, two days ago, my grandma was out of danger. After being transferred from the ICU to a general ward, my brother-in-law and his family jumped when his parents mentioned that he would be transferred to West China Hospital.

In the end, my father spoke up and paid for the cost of going to West China Hospital, so he allowed the old man to go to West China Hospital.