The driver paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "Of course, it's outside the suburbs. We can't just dump it in the city, right!"
"Driving out of the city must be quite miserable," Liu Zixuan handed a cigarette to the driver and asked.
The driver lit the cigarette and took a couple of deep puffs: "No kidding, the whole car smells like being inside a sewer, it's torturous. Young man, why are you asking about this?"
"Here's the thing, I have a wastewater treatment point where we can make use of the sewage waste. I wonder if you could sell this truck of sewage to me."
Hearing Liu Zixuan's words, the driver's expression turned quite peculiar: "Sewage can be recycled?"
"Of course, with technology so advanced now, anything can be recycled," Liu Zixuan said with a broad grin.
"That's really interesting," the driver laughed, "So, is your place far from here?"
