Kneeling on the Keyboard! This Isn't Right!
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Tsk!" Qin Lin suddenly wanted to slap himself.
He had been careless.
If he drank, he wouldn't be stupid enough to get behind the wheel. Many tragedies caused by drunk driving were ultimately caused by the driver's bad luck.
He could only take out his phone and call for a designated driver.
When he logged in to find a driver, his head hurt again.
In the suburbs, there was actually no way for the program to locate him.
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In the end, he could only call the transport team's supervisor, Zhao Liyuan.
"President Qin, I'm transporting goods at your factory. What are your orders?" Zhao Liyuan's tone was even more respectful than before.
Qinglin Food Company was developing faster than he had expected. When it first outsourced its business to them, it was only a factory. Now, several factories were ready to start work.
Just the outsourcing business of Qinglin Food Company was enough to support this convoy.