But eight hundred billion! Now it's a total of one trillion, two hundred billion! This isn't fair at all!
Li Pan was truly at his wit's end, hopping madly, rolling on the ground, slapping handprints all over the alloy floor of the warehouse doorway.
Base truck. Eighteen could only wait until his mental breakdown eased a bit before weakly saying,
"Boss, the company is telling you to haul away this trash; we have limited storage, don't take up space..."
Trash!?? Oh, damn it—!!!
Li Pan felt like he was going mad. My eight hundred billion, a hundred and sixty bottles of black... Uh? Wait a minute...
There are still sixteen bottles on the ship.
Li Pan wiped his face and calmed down.
Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm, those sixteen bottles are exactly eighty billion, at least I won't owe the company money. As long as I can keep trading with Kimura Commerce Chamber, there's still a chance.
