"New here?" A middle-aged man asked Song Yun with a smile in the warehouse.
Song Yun nodded a bit stiffly.
"It's not easy to work away from home during the holidays, what's your name?" the middle-aged man asked.
"My name is Song Dabao," Song Yun said earnestly.
"Then I'll call you Xiao Bao, and you can call me Qiang Li, or Brother Qiang," the middle-aged man said.
"Nice to meet you, Brother Qiang!" Song Yun suppressed a smile and replied.
"What's so funny, don't get any ideas, I'm called Qiang Li, but not in that 'magic oil' sense, darn it, Xiao Bao, if you dare to laugh, do you believe I'll make you move all the stuff later?" Qiang Li threatened.
"I'm not laughing anymore, Brother Qiang!" Song Yun said seriously.
