The next morning, Zhao Guang received a phone call that the goods were ready.
"This old man is really in a hurry, you'd think he was the one in the trade business."
Zhao Guang hung up the phone, went downstairs to drive his car, and he wasn't sure if it was his improved coordination, but he felt that driving was much smoother than before. He hauled the goods back in his car and moved them upstairs using the elevator by himself.
"What's with people these days, a rich second generation acting like he's poor."
"Exactly, why not store these things in a warehouse? It would be so much cheaper than here. I don't know what he's thinking. With just these items, when will he ever earn back the money for this building?"
"I think he's just messing around, not taking it seriously at all."
"I wonder if Xiao Zhao is seeing anyone, my niece is quite a catch. They should meet."
