"Screech!" With a loud noise, Guillaume pulled open the warehouse doors and turned on the electric lights.
Even though the sun was already high at this time, the warehouse was not well-lit. Without the lights on, only shadowy outlines could be seen.
Under the light, rows of brand-new motorcycles were neatly arranged in the warehouse, like troops waiting for inspection.
"To be honest, Young Master Shire!" Guillaume hesitated, "Maybe you shouldn't have bought the motorcycle factory. Its sales were already poor, and they dropped further when the war started. Part of the reason why the workers left is because of this; they couldn't get paid if the motorcycles didn't sell. They didn't want to waste their time here!"
Dejoka strongly agreed and always believed that buying the motorcycle factory was not a wise choice. Even though it was bought at a 35% discount, it didn't mean it could turn a profit.
"How much inventory do we have?" Shire asked.
