Qian Guozhu's truck was parked not far from the outskirts of the black market, where an unremarkable lackey was holding the car keys, waiting for them.
"Brother Qian, Brother Sun, all the goods are already arranged for you, you want to inspect them?"
Qian Guozhu took the car keys and waved his hand: "No need, you can go back."
"Ah, ah."
The lackey quickly scampered away in a few steps.
After the lackey had gone far, Qian Guozhu opened the rear of the truck, to find an extra large cardboard box.
He was extra cautious, tearing open the box to inspect it.
Besides the sewing machine, there was also a radio.
Nothing that shouldn't be there.
Qian Guozhu jumped down from the truck, locked the door, and looked at Lin Nianhe, hesitating as if he had something to say.
