After speaking, Zhang Zian stopped to catch his breath. He felt that his eloquence had improved again.
However, he immediately noticed that the way the white dog and Vladimir looked at him was not quite right.
"How do you know so clearly?" the white dog asked suspiciously.
Zhang Zian said, "… Don't get me wrong. I haven't eaten pork before, but haven't I seen a pig walk? I also heard about it from hearsay. Back to the main point of the topic. This landfill is very large. Not only will the domestic garbage of Binhai City be transported here, but the garbage of neighboring cities will also be transported here. China has not yet established an effective garbage classification system, so this sea of garbage can be described as a mixture of good and bad. Although 99.99% of it is real garbage, there must be treasures that have been overlooked. This is the so-called blowing away the yellow sand to see the gold. "
The pressure of survival made the white dog not easily optimistic. It thought for a moment, shook its head, and said, "But such plastic figurines are not common, and there are even fewer well-preserved ones. Even if, as you said, one can feed a dog for two or three months, we can't put all our hopes on it. What if we can't find one in good condition?"
Zhang Zian said, "It's not just the plastic figurines that are valuable. Many things have been sitting in the corner of the house collecting dust. People may not know the value of those things and throw them away when they clean up the house, but in the eyes of experts, they may be treasures. In addition, some old people who live alone suddenly pass away. Some of their collections, even valuable cultural relics, are just garbage in the eyes of their children who clean up their belongings. I also heard that some old people are worried about depositing money in the bank, or some corrupt officials don't dare to deposit money in the bank, so they hide their money in quilts, pillows, and so on, and then it is accidentally thrown away … These things and money will all eventually converge in the garbage dump. Although I would like to say that we should return what we find to its owner, in fact, it is difficult to find the owner. If you don't pick up these things, they can only be crushed and buried deep in the ground, which is tantamount to a waste. "
The white dog was tempted by his words.
For a long time, the stray dog only knew how to dig in the garbage dump. It had never thought that the "garbage" it had just pulled aside might be tens of thousands of times more valuable than the expired and possibly poisonous sausage …
"Of course, your concerns are not unreasonable. If your luck is bad and you don't find anything valuable like this, what will you do?" Zhang Zian added, "In fact, one dog may have bad luck, but if the number is increased to hundreds of dogs, the possibility of hundreds of dogs having bad luck is almost non-existent. But let's assume that this situation is true."
The white dog listened attentively.
Zhang Zian recalled the person he had met not long ago and slowly said, "You know that I run a pet shop. In layman's terms, I sell cats, dogs, fish, and pet supplies. Just a few months ago, an old lady dressed shabbily but very clean came to my shop with a puppy. It seemed to be a Pomeranian. She didn't come to buy a pet, but to find someone to ask her some questions about raising a pet … The point was that this old lady made a living by picking up bottles, empty drink bottles. "
He kicked up an empty Coke bottle with his toes.
"She relies on picking up empty bottles every day to support herself and that Pomeranian. What I want to say is that picking up empty bottles is equivalent to a subsistence allowance. Even if you are unlucky, you can still get a good harvest. A dog spends a few hours picking up empty bottles every day, and the money he earns is enough to support himself. If he finds something valuable, he can live well for at least a few months."
The white dog stared at the rolling empty drink bottles. "How do you exchange empty bottles for money?"
"Probably after collecting them, they are sent to a special waste collection station." Zhang Zian was not sure. "Then they are charged by the number."
"Is there a limit on the number? As many as you want? "it asked again.
He laughed and said, "Of course, there is no limit on the number. The more the better. Because the waste collection station is not a charity, the empty bottles they buy will be sold for more money."
The white dog thought about it. "But they certainly won't accept a dog coming to sell bottles, right?"
"That's true. If the waste collection station sees a dog dragging a sack of bottles to the door, they probably won't pay for the bottles. They will just think that it was picked up for free," Zhang Zian admitted.
The white dog looked at him. "So, I need an agent."
Zhang Zian nodded. "I can help."
"I won't let you help for free. I will pay a certain agency fee according to the proportion, and I need your help to buy food and water. And we don't know what is valuable, so we need your help to identify it. "
The white dog seemed to have made up its mind. It did not want its men to become bandits and do robberies all day long. If it could exchange for money legitimately and buy clean food and water legitimately, that would be the best.
"Okay, I'll try my best."
Zhang Zian did not refuse, because he could not do charity on his own for a long time. Temporary enthusiasm could not last. Even if he was willing to do it for free, he could not do it alone. He must ask the staff for help, and he might even have to ask for extra help. He could not let others do it for free, right?
But it was interesting to think about it. If this method worked, not only could it solve the problem of stray dogs' livelihood, but it could also solve the stray dogs' … work problem?
How could stray dogs, who were busy picking up bottles and garbage every day, have time to steal and harass the surrounding residents?
Whether it was a human or a dog, they all wanted to live a more comfortable life.
When people did not have enough to eat, their only wish was to have enough to eat. When they had enough to eat, they wanted to eat delicacies from all over the world, so they could only work harder for the boss.
The same was true for dogs. They picked up garbage every day to eat. Once they ate clean dog food, they would definitely think about adding a meal every now and then. They would taste the delicious and juicy drumsticks to satisfy their cravings. Then they could only work harder to pick up bottles for money.
The reason for the peasant uprisings throughout the ages was nothing more than that the poor did not have enough to eat, warm clothes, and no work.
If there was a job that did not pay much but could provide food and clothing, who would risk losing their heads to revolt?
The white dog nodded. "Then it's a deal. Let's try it first. There are still many details that need to be slowly refined."
"Okay, it's a deal."
Zhang Zian also nodded. "Then I'll leave first. I'll visit another day."
It was getting late, and he had been here for too long. It was time to go back.
"By the way, my name is Zhang Zian. How should I address you?" he stopped and asked.
"Little White, just call me Little White," the white dog said.
This was a very down-to-earth name, as down-to-earth as its species.
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