She slowly reached for her face, about to wipe away the tears, when suddenly, the phone beside her began to ring.
Who would call at this time?
She glanced at the phone and after a long moment, picked it up, "Hello?"
"Assistant An, I’m the manager of the finished goods warehouse. Are we supposed to work overtime tonight to package today’s batch of orders?"
Once the call connected, she hadn’t expected it to be from the company, asking whether they needed to package today’s goods or not.
According to the plan, she intended to leave that couple with nowhere to bury their corpses; the goods definitely needed to be packaged because they could go on sale tomorrow after that.
The words she had whispered into that scumbag’s ear before she left the office this afternoon, telling him to come early in the morning as she would wait for him at the company, were for this very reason.
Once the goods hit the market, the news of Longfeng’s counterfeit items would surely erupt, and by then, it wouldn’t just be about the three hundred million but the entire Longfeng’s brand and reputation. The loss would be immeasurable.
It might even completely topple Longfeng for good.
This was the ultimate outcome she desired!
But then, seeing her disheveled reflection in the mirror and remembering the man’s indifferent and distant attitude from not long ago, her hatred suddenly came to an abrupt halt, replaced by the pain of losing something far from her.
Was it revenge she wanted?
She stood there, thinking for a very long time, and finally, staring at her reflection, she spoke word by word, "No need, just leave the goods there."
"Leave them here? Not pack them?"
"Yes, don’t pack them, leave a set of warehouse keys at my office." Then, she hung up the phone.
The person on the phone was confused upon hearing this, and stood frozen for quite some time...
What did Assistant An mean? She had informed him to bring people to work overtime tonight, but why did she change her mind now that he had brought the people?
He couldn’t figure it out, but since the person on the phone had said so, he had no choice but to comply.
After locking the warehouse door again, he delivered the keys to that assistant’s office and then left work.
An hour later, in the now-quiet factory surroundings, a silver-gray Mercedes slowly approached the main gate.
The security guard in the booth at the gate stuck his head out, "Who’s there? It’s so late, everyone’s gone home!"
"Sorry, it’s Assistant An, I left something in my office."
"Oh, it’s Assistant An, right, right, I’ll open the gate for you right away!"
Upon recognizing the person in the car as the company’s boss, the security guard hurriedly opened the electric gate and watched as the silver-gray Mercedes drove in.
It was indeed Assistant An’s car, she had been driving this one to the factory these past few days.
Without overthinking it, once the car was in, he returned to his booth to listen to his radio and play with his phone.
Meanwhile, the silver Mercedes, after entering the company premises, headed straight to her office. There, she found the keys to the office and, alone in the dark, entered the company’s finished goods warehouse.
In today’s world, there are many jewelry appraisers, but those who can tell whether a piece of jade is genuine or fake with just one glance are almost nonexistent.