"Then it's settled." Cold Xiaoye took the cigarette handed over by the other party, "You two keep a close watch. I'm going out to take a look. Don't touch that girl... I'll continue once it's done."
"Don't worry." The two smiled and walked back to the door of the workers' room, chatting about women as they stood guard, "Last time in Macau, playing with that chick, her chest..."
Cold Xiaoye glanced at their looks, and strode towards the warehouse.
At this moment, inside the warehouse, four or five buyers had already entered with their subordinates.
Seeing Cold Xiaoye, a subordinate immediately jogged over.
"Brother Sen, the buyers are here to pick up the goods."
Cold Xiaoye walked up, glanced at them, and lightly raised his chin.
"Pick them up one by one, don't mix them up."
"Yes!"
His subordinate immediately led a group, heading to the back of the warehouse to fetch the goods for them.
