"Mr. Qiao Bafu, this is Lake. I've arrived at the warehouse, but here..."
The sound of the rain made his voice less clear, like a radio with interference, accompanied by a rustling noise.
Mr. Qiao Bafu was somewhat older, and his hearing wasn't too good, "Speak up."
"Mr. Qiao Bafu, there are only one to two thousand bottles of whiskey in the warehouse, not the tens of thousands of bottles you mentioned."
In a flash, Mr. Qiao Bafu stood frozen on the spot, the receiver dropped out of his hands onto the desk with a "dong" that created a loud noise!
The loud noise alerted the people outside, "Master, do you need me to come in?"
At the same time, the loud noise also woke Mr. Qiao Bafu up.
He quickly came to his senses, picked up the phone, "No, no need." Then he took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and the person on the other end of the phone didn't hang up, still waiting.
