It's just going to cost a bit more this time.
"Ok, please follow me," said the warehouse manager, taking out a bunch of keys and leading the two to the private storage area, arriving shortly at storage room B1 and walking in after opening the door.
Allen Zhang and Sieg had just entered when they smelled a rotten, moldy odor.
"WTF! Are you sure this stuff has only been here for a few months?" Sieg was instantly overwhelmed.
They saw piles of rubber products, wooden crates, and metal boxes.
What could possibly be good inside here? Rotten nuts? Snacks? Or inflatable dolls?
What did the owner of this private warehouse do?
