"Okay!" A response came through the walkie-talkie, and within a few minutes, two forklifts beeped as they drove in from the side door of the warehouse. The drivers, wearing safety helmets, deftly stopped beside the pile of wooden boxes.
Qi Yun gave Old Hei a look, and the latter immediately instructed the drivers of the two trucks behind to open the doors and start loading the cargo.
Seeing that everything was in order, Old Song turned his head and smiled, asking, "Director Zhang, Mr. Qi, want to come to my office for some tea?"
Zhang Dayong waved his hand: "I'll skip the tea; drinking it this late will keep me up. Maybe next time."
Next to him, Kang Guodong chimed in: "Old Song, if you have something to do, go ahead and do your work. We'll leave once we're done loading."
Old Song smiled apologetically: "Hehe, alright, I do have some matters to attend to. Let's catch up another day, alright?"
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