"That basement, there's a frozen storage with all the bodies piled up there!" Yu Fengqing continued.
"He wouldn't burn them?" Xiao Yao asked doubtfully. Still keeping them? Could it be, he wants to leave them as a kind of memento? Xiao Yao actually guessed the truth.
"He said, those are indeed left there as a memento!" Yu Fengqing said unnaturally.
"How much can one shipment make?" Xiao Yao asked.
"Each shipment can make sixty to seventy million, sometimes more than a hundred million, one shipment a month. Sometimes there are two shipments a month if there's a lot of supply!" Yu Fengqing said.
"That's an astronomical profit. No wonder Shi Mingxuan does it time and time again!" Xiao Yao nodded gravely. More supply, that means more people killed, right? What a silent slaughterhouse.
"Yu Fengqing, it seems like Shi Mingxuan trusts you quite a bit. Otherwise, even if you work for him, he wouldn't let you know everything!" Xiao Yao said with a bit of mockery.
