Ninth Brother was overseeing the unloading, accompanied by two others. None of the three paid attention to how the person beside them appeared.
A young man reached for the laser pistol at his waist—this place belonged to the recycling company; it was private territory.
"Don't, he's a partner," Ninth Brother quickly gestured, then turned to Feng Jun, "We'll discuss our matters later."
"Alright," Feng Jun nodded and turned to leave the recycling company's yard—it seemed there was a pharmaceutical manufacturer present, so it wasn't appropriate to talk.
As expected, Ninth Brother casually issued a few instructions before turning and following him outside, speaking softly, "Sir, take your time. I've prepared the goods, but we're short on raw materials... mainly because the initial calculation was based on pre-war prices, my fault."
Feng Jun understood their situation, so he nodded and asked calmly, "What's your plan?"
