Her current thought was simplicity itself—I don't care how much seafood I send to your family, I just want you two men to go downstairs and move stuff for us, to make you bow your heads!
Old Dong and Little Dong went downstairs reluctantly. Though coerced, they didn't want to bow their heads.
But when they saw the truck full of seafood, they were dumbstruck.
"HOLY SHIT! How much does all this cost?" Little Dong exclaimed without any composure.
Han Lie glanced at him but didn't bother to respond. This display was too over-the-top; Bro Lie disdained to participate.
The driver, who was supervising the count, peeked over. Realizing that Han Lie's family didn't think much of these two, he snorted disdainfully and arrogantly spoke up.
"480,000 RMB! Our boss prepared all this premium seafood for the Spring Festival. Bro, be careful when you move them; even breaking one box will cost a lot of money!"
