"Hey, what are you standing here gawking at?"
A voice suddenly came from behind him, edged with impatience.
Chen Mo turned and glanced at the man.
The speaker wore the gray short jacket unique to logistics. He was lean and wiry, with a bruise at the corner of his mouth.
He held a ledger in his hand and looked to be some sort of supervisor.
Seeing that Chen Mo still did not move, he frowned. "If you're here to report in, get inside already. Don't stand here getting in the way!"
"I'm looking for Director Sun."
Chen Mo shifted aside to clear the doorway and replied blandly.
"Director Sun is busy right now. Wait here."
The man sized Chen Mo up and down, his gaze lingering on the horizontal saber for several moments.
"Don't go barging inside. It's full of equipment in there. You can't afford to pay if you break something."
As he spoke, he tucked the ledger beneath his arm and walked off without looking back.
Chen Mo watched the man's back vanish behind the wooden racks. Too lazy to bicker with him, he was about to ask someone else.
"Chen Mo?"
A young man came walking over from the other end of the corridor, carrying a sheet-metal box in his arms. It looked heavy enough that the veins in his arms stood taut.
The man was in his early twenties, with thick brows and large eyes. A faint ring of stubble circled his lips, as if he had shaved only a day or two ago.
"Sun Wenchang?" Chen Mo recognized him.
"Hey, it really is you!"
He set the metal box on a wooden rack beside him and shook out his aching arms. "I thought you looked like you earlier, but I didn't dare be sure. What