Galactic Garbage Station

“Boss, you're here.” Su Ji went to Tianchi Materials Research Institute and went directly to a laboratory on the second floor. Jiang Ji saw him inside and greeted him with enthusiasm. Several other young people also called the boss respectfully. Kang Ji is in a good mood with his eyes full of light. Because of some of the materials obtained by Su Xin in the previous period, the research during this period is quite advanced. The brassiere materials are those that have been produced and operated in cooperation with people. Don't underestimate this little brassiere material, which, if sold well, is likely to yield substantial profits to the Institute.

“How was your research this time of year?” Su Qian asked casually.

“We have fully mastered the ingredients and proportions of the alloy materials you bring, and we have successfully synthesized them. Although the quality is slightly lacking, the performance is much more advanced than the current domestic materials. Production and sales should also yield high profits.” Jiang Ji said.

“That's good.” Su Zheng nodded his head. In fact, when he brought all the materials, Su Zheng did not bring them as they were, but only a small part of them. So Jiang Ji did not know that the alloy material in his mouth was actually just a plate from the space-time of the Great Star Emperor. If he knew that someone was using this metallic material that was ahead of the country and even the world, it was actually just a broken plate that people had used, and he didn't know what to think. Jiang Ji's ability to synthesize this metal, that is, leaning against this plate, does not mean how powerful he is. After all, the difficulty is very different from the original.

“And the vest you asked for, it's done.” Jiang Ji said, taking out a bulletproof vest and handing it to Su Ji.

“Have you tried it? How's the defense?” Su Zheng's eyes shined slightly, took the vest and found it was not heavy, just a little heavier than a regular cotton padded jacket, all white, smooth and bright, looks like silver wire woven.

“Oh, you'll know when you try.” Jiang Ji smiled.

“Try again later. I have something here that I need you to test for. What substance is it? This could be toxic, so you have to be careful when you test it.” Su Zheng refers to a sealed barrel placed on the ground.

“Since it could be a toxic object, it can't be left like this, I'll test it right away.” Jiang Ji, with two assistants, began to test, Su Ji sat beside him and waited. Shortly afterwards, Jiang Ji walked back and looked a little sober.

“What, really poisonous?” Su Qiang asked.

“It is indeed toxic, with harmful substances such as carbon monoxide, sulphur dioxide and mercury, but these are not the biggest problems. The biggest problem is nuclear radiation, and I have probably detected that the radiation dose rate is about 1 microsieve per hour.” Jiang Ji said.

“Isn't this radiation huge?” Su Zheng frowned and didn't know what kind of trash the world was. He actually had nuclear radiation. Fortunately, he had come to detect it. Otherwise, he rushed off and was afraid of unimaginable consequences. However, little is known about the nuclear radiation Sulu and it is not clear what 1 microsieve per hour means.

“Of course this radiation is huge, Bin, explain it to the boss.” Jiang Ji said, turning to the young assistant next door.

“Cough.” The young man coughed slightly twice and said, "Boss, let me use the numbers. The International Basic Safety Standards set the personal dose limit for public exposure at 1 millisieve per year, or 1000 microsieves. For those who do not come into contact with radioactive substances in their daily work, the normal annual radiation intake due to the environment (e.g. radioactive substances such as radon in air and decorative stone materials) is 1-2 millisievers per year. Radioactive material intake exceeding 6 millisievers per year should be classified as radioactive material staff. The individual dose limit for occupational exposure is 20 millisievers per year. Brickhouse 0. 75 millisievers per year; cosmic ray 0. 45 millisievers per year; water, food, vegetables, air 0. 25 millisievers per year; soil 0. 15 millisievers per year; * * * * Perspective 0. 02 millisievers. And you bring in these substances, 24 microsieves a day, about 8700 microsieves a year, or 8 millisieves a year. 7 millisieves, is a serious overrun. ”

“My dog smelled the gray layer and soon vomited because of the nuclear radiation?” Su Qing asked, while paying a slight attention to this young man, I wondered why Jiang Ji had asked him to answer, which was a very comprehensive answer.

“This is certainly not the case, this level of radiation does not cause vomiting, which may be due to sulphur dioxide or other toxic substances. Of course, it just smells, and the problem shouldn't be too great, as long as we get to a place where the air is good, it will soon recover.” Kang Ji explained, turning to ask, "Boss, don't know where you brought the vacuum cleaner and the gray layer? ”

“This is a friend of mine from the lab.” Su Qiang said vaguely.

“Well, if it's any useful research material, you can take me. After all, the radiation dosage rate is not very high, so long as it's well protected, it's fine.” Kang Ji said that the radiation dose rate was severely high for life, although it was acceptable for the researchers.

“That's not necessary, but how to protect it, you tell me, help me develop a complete program. For safety's sake, even a hundred times the radiation dose rate of these gray layers can be stopped.” Su Xin said that only a little gray layer had been ejected. The radiation dose rate was so high. I'm afraid the radiation dose rate of the garbage inside the garbage station would have to be hundreds of times higher, but it's still well prepared.

“The best protective clothing is special protective clothing lined with lead. The thicker the protective effect, the heavier, of course. Can you wear it?” Jiang Ji thought about it and said.

“Do about 300 kilos.” Su Jing thought about it.

“300 kilos?” Kang Ji and the two youths were stunned for a while. A hundred kilos is already exaggerated. That's where the nuclear leak took place before wearing it. It's almost impossible to move. Can you walk with 200 kilos on? Three hundred pounds on and not squashed?

“Try it first, and then you'll hang it with a rope.” Su Xin said, of course, it's not really the intention, but the weight of 300 kg is nothing to me. Even if I wear 300 kg of clothes, I can move freely. It would have been appalling if it hadn't been for fear of further aggravation, and at the same time causing too much, he would have added 500 kilograms. After all, nuclear radiation is not a joke, if you can't move, you have to cause cancer, genetic mutation.

“Okay." Jiang Ji didn't find the 300 kg clothes practical, but the boss was Su Ji, so he had to listen. Anyway, he is responsible for making it and can't wear it. That is Su Qian's business.

Jiang Ji sent someone to pick up all the materials he needed and then started building protective clothing. Su Xiaobin was not idle. He called the young man aside and asked him what to do with the radioactive material.