He saw the familiar-looking young man wearing sunglasses, and also saw the large chunk of rough diamond in his hand that made his heart race!
He desperately hoped that Tama would be able to swipe the rough diamond!
But then he was told: no, it couldn't be done, to go open the window and look at the helicopters flying above the mine.
The shop manager could only swallow his saliva helplessly.
"Who exactly is this person?"
He tried to investigate but couldn't find anything; there wasn't enough time, and the other party was low-key. Oh, very low-key before this.
The shop manager held his cellphone, planning to gather more information, and also wanted to ask again: Is there really no way to swipe this rough diamond?
He had just sat down when his phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.
The shop manager clicked to answer.
The number was local, but the person wasn't a local, right.
The shop manager spoke with respect:
