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Teasing Bai Mengzhu a bit really lifted Yang Fan's spirits.
Making use of him was definitely going to come at a cost.
If he just let himself be used like a puppet, how could he be okay with that?
For lunch, he made do with some buns Bai Mengzhu had brought, and after a short nap, Yang Fan called Zhao Wu.
The herbal factory consistently required certain herbs, and he had accumulated about a truckload over the past few days, which needed to be delivered to Old Zhou's warehouse.
The temporary storage he had set up in his courtyard was too small, and if he didn't free up some space soon, it would be overflowing in a few days.
Zhao Wu arrived quickly; it was only about forty minutes after the call that his double-cab truck pulled up outside Yang Fan's shop.
"Boss Yang, spare me some of your plain water," Zhao Wu said loudly as he roughly closed the car door and walked up with a cup in hand, wearing a bright red tank top.
