The night was deep, and the bonfire was blazing.
Tonight was the barbecue festival of the Chris Clan.
Every year, they would choose a suitable day after the harvest to hold a barbecue on the farm's open field. John Chris had to leave temporarily and head to the farm's warehouse.
"Sir, what should we do with those two special cargos?" a subordinate followed behind him, asking cautiously.
"Dig a pit and bury them," John casually pointed in a direction, his tone ice-cold, "Same as before, bury them over by the orchard."
The subordinate swallowed and reminded in a low voice, "Sir, those two cargos are top-notch. To ensure they remain in their original condition, we were very careful on the way back.
This kind of high-end cargo is rare, and someone on the black market has already placed a down payment, the price is quite high.
If we don't deliver, we'll lose our credibility and have to pay compensation. Perhaps... we can deliver in advance?"
