"Okay, no problem. I'll drive the car over tomorrow morning, but there's no space to park it here, right?"
"Once everything's packed up, have Chaoyang drive it away," Wei Kaiyun said.
"Chaoyang won't have much time tomorrow. Xiao Jiang, I'm going to round up some strong lads tomorrow, you need to get the factory's accounts done for me, so we can pay the workers and let them go on holiday."
"There's still quite a lot of stock in the warehouse, Uncle Han."
Han Xiangjun waved his hand. "It's fine, it won't go bad. I'll keep ten people here to watch over it, we'll ship it out in March."
"But the clients outside are pushing hard. How about we don't take the holiday yet? If it doesn't work, I'll come back and keep an eye on things," Chaoyang really had no way to deal with this playful Han Xiangjun.
