Fang Cheng looked somewhat puzzled.
Ma Donghe then slowly began to explain the specific situation:
"We picked up a total of thirty rifles, seventeen submachine guns, two light machine guns, and four night vision goggles from the warehouse."
"We can't sell all these goods at once because the target is too large, it's easy to attract informants, and those unscrupulous fellows would drive down the price."
"Currently, Yingjun and I have safely sold half the rifles, seven submachine guns through reliable channels, totaling an income of 640,000 yuan. The more valuable light machine guns and night vision goggles are still kept as stock for contingencies."
"Also, the two items you took from Wu Shihao's office, that pure gold Maitreya Buddha, I'm planning to melt it into gold bars before selling it."
"The other item is an antique, not so easy to deal with for the time being; we'll have to wait for a while to find a buyer and estimate its price..."
