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"Mr. Cai, hello."
A minion walked into a narrow room where several middle-aged men sat playing cards. One of them looked up, nodded to signal him to sit, and then took a small packet of white crystals from his pocket and threw it to him.
"Thanks, Mr. Cai."
"How many?"
"Two... two..." The minion's expression was somewhat embarrassed: "Recently, the mainland's been tight on this, and the bosses don't favor goods from Vietnam and Myanmar, it's really tough."
"I know it's tough for you, and it's tough for me too," the man named Mr. Cai sighed. "The boss is on my back every day for product, and if we can't deliver, what will our brothers eat? Three days, I'll give you another three days, alright?"
He seemed to speak in a gentle tone, yet the minion was already kneeling on the ground, knocking his head in terror, crying and begging, "Mr. Cai, extend it a few more days... Please, a few more days."
