"Uh."
Niu Ma choked for a moment but shook his head almost immediately.
"That might not necessarily be a bad thing. Better to sell butts than to lose lives," he said.
"Besides, with so many employees in customer service, it's not certain that it will get to him."
He didn't know whether he was comforting Centaur or himself.
"Then let's wish him good luck," he said.
Liu Zheng offered his blessings to Centaur.
After a while, Big White Goose's call came through.
"The British Minister agreed, I'm coming over to pick up the goods," it said.
"Okay."
He hung up the phone, and a few minutes later, someone knocked on the door of the break room.
Liu Zheng opened the door, and there stood Big White Goose indeed.
"Boss?"
He looked at Niu Ma.
If he remembered correctly, when off duty, other department personnel could not enter without Niu Ma's permission.
"No need, I'm not coming in. Just hand me the stuff," Big White Goose said.
"Oh, okay."
