"Hard work pays off."
Lance patted his subordinate's shoulder as he watched a large amount of alcohol being stored in the warehouse.
The alcohol had been tallied, goods worth over fifty thousand yuan. The haul wasn't particularly big, but it wasn't small either.
Compared to the recent crackdown on the Lance family's smuggled liquor, this catch was already quite substantial.
The prohibition agents all wore smiles on their faces.
Perhaps at the start, they really did as it was said in the manual, seizing the privately brewed or smuggled alcohol and then destroying it publicly after counting.
But now, many agents would keep a bottle or two for themselves during the process, or even a whole case!
Of course, this depended on who their supervisor was. If they had one who didn't allow such actions, they would play it straight.
But if they encountered someone easy-going like Lance, they could each take a bottle or two home.
