"Hmm, not bad, young man. You admitted your mistake, so accept your punishment. Be more careful next time."
The auntie left only after taking the money and muttering a couple more things, leaving Jiang Siming with a thoroughly disordered expression.
"Chairman, don't you know that Shanghai requires garbage sorting?" Qi Muqing asked, barely holding back her laughter.
Fortunately, Jiang Siming had called Qi Muqing down. If he had let Qi Muxin come over, she probably would have laughed her teeth out.
"I've heard about it, but I didn't expect it to be enforced so strictly. Ahem, all right, go back to work. I'm heading home."
Jiang Siming awkwardly cleared his throat twice. Damn it. I'm going to read the garbage-sorting manual when I get back. I can't make a fool of myself again.
Actually, this kind of garbage sorting was quite good. It was just that many people had yet to develop the awareness.
Garbage sorting had already been implemented abroad for a long time. Huaxia should keep up with the times, testing it in Shanghai first before promoting it nationwide.
Qi Muqing returned to the company, while Jiang Siming drove home.
The car left Lujiazui and headed toward his home in Changning District.
When he passed through Putuo District, Jiang Siming noticed several court police cars parked outside a high-end residential complex.
Several enforcement officers escorted an extremely ugly man out of the complex. The surrounding people were all discussing the matter, with some even taking pictures.
Jiang Siming had not intended to pay attention, but he overheard someone saying that the man was a major streamer on Mouya who had been pursued by the platform for debt and had tried to become a deadbeat debtor, only to be caught by the court.
Only then did Jiang Siming stop