"Alright." Zhang Feng was already prepared for someone to be following him; after all, this stuff is too expensive, and he also needs to collect payment in cash.
Outsiders, it's normal to feel a bit uneasy about this.
However, Zhang Feng initially thought it would be an old-timer from the factory following him, but unexpectedly, it was the factory director's son.
That's a bit much, isn't it?
Zhang Feng glanced at the large factory buildings ahead, filled with televisions, refrigerators, everything.
This looks like it's worth tens of millions.
A shipment worth tens of thousands, and you have your son keeping a personal watch? And it's cash too?
His cop instincts kicked in; something felt off here.
Then, about a few minutes later.
A handsome young guy with a sunny disposition quickly walked out from the factory, approaching the car.
"Are you Brother Zhang?"
He scrutinized Zhang Feng inside the car.
