"I will be responsible for future gold transactions, so please, no more unfriendly little tricks. These things are very damaging to trust and can cause unnecessary misunderstandings."
Feng Tingyue smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan; we were a bit too anxious. After all, with two tons of gold, we naturally had to take some precautions. Now that the uninvolved individuals have left and only our company's personnel remain, perhaps we could inspect the gold?"
As they spoke, a group of people emerged from a nearby warehouse, pulling a large scale and carrying various instruments for inspecting gold. A truck reversed, parking behind the one Yan Xing had driven. Several more people jumped out and began to enclose the trading area with partition curtains. Rotary-wing drones with flashing red lights hovered in the sky, providing early warning for the transaction.
