After seeing Feng Yi's instant skill in pinching osmanthus cakes, Lu Yue's mind started buzzing.
Labor, cost, timeliness, etc., were all thoroughly considered.
"How exactly do you catch mice?" Lu Yue asked.
As long as there was enough profit, things like dignity could be set aside.
Feng Yi replied, "Just go to the destination and use the tool to pinch them! That's it."
"The tool?"
"This one here." Feng Yi flipped through his phone to show the long-handled clamp picture he had once shown Hu Yi.
"Oh! I know this one!" said Lu Yue.
He had seen the company's janitors use similar clamps to pick up trash on numerous occasions, but Feng Yi's was a reinforced version, sturdier and heavier, seemingly more reliable for catching mice.
"Besides this, do you need any other supplementary tools? Like chemical agents or anything with new technology?" Lu Yue continued to ask.
"No, just this one," said Feng Yi.
Lu Yue lightly tapped his fingers on the desktop, a habit when he was thinking.
