Fang Yuan remarked, "Yet from my understanding, President Zhao, you not only disposed of it but also managed to make a significant profit…"
"Each month, your team transports the waste to the junkyard, where they meet representatives from the Wonderful Regenerative Resource Recovery Company. You sell the waste to them for 40 yuan per 50 kilograms."
Despite the modest price per 50 kilograms, given the substantial amount of waste the company produced monthly, the earnings accumulated significantly.
"In just one year, you've pocketed over 793,000 yuan by selling scraps. Am I mistaken, President Zhao?"
Zhao Quan's countenance turned particularly grim. He hadn't anticipated Fang Yuan uncovering this aspect. There were no surveillance cameras at the junkyard. How had she managed to find out? It seemed that this girl, despite her seemingly absent-minded demeanor since taking over the company, overlooked nothing…