Just as Xiang Qianmeng was making a secret resolution, in the manager's office at Qianmeng Labor Service Company, the alluring and seductive Mirage Qimeng was smiling as she took a thick ledger handed to her by the blank-eyed manager from the safe.
"Indeed, he's a self-righteous scoundrel." Sitting sideways on the desk, Mirage Qimeng's figure was increasingly sleek, but after glancing at the thick ledger for a few moments, her expression became even colder.
At that moment, the manager's phone rang.
Mirage Qimeng calmly instructed, "Answer it."
The blank-eyed manager immediately answered the call, and then Mirage Qimeng clearly heard Xiang Qianmeng's cold voice over the phone.
"Move all the goods tonight, don't leave a single one."
"Yes, boss." The manager responded blankly.
Xiang Qianmeng hesitated and said, "Include those in the iron cages."
"Alright."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Qianmeng hung up the phone.
