"Trade General Warehouse... what about it?" Su Chen was slightly taken aback.
Seeing his confusion, Fatty Sun explained, "The fog cuts off the routes between cities. Though fixed shipping lanes connect them and Yingfeng sends people to clear them every year, risks are unavoidable."
"That's why powerful Professionals are needed as escorts. Trade is basically handled by city officials. In Southwind City, the one in charge is the City Lord's younger brother."
Zhang Hongbo's younger brother—no wonder... Su Chen suddenly understood. He knew very little about these connections.
Did Zhang Hongbo know? Or was this a case of darkness under the lamp...
"If we send someone over, they probably won't even get through the warehouse's front gate." Fatty Sun looked troubled, then gritted his teeth angrily. "Of all people, why did they have to stuff it to me? And the handwriting was so damn ugly!"
There was clearly some personal grudge mixed into those words.
Su Chen's gaze wandered as he asked, "So what do you plan to do?"
"Me?" Fatty Sun said helplessly. "Isn't that why I came to discuss it with you, little brother? In the entire Inspection Department, you're the only one I can trust."
"Why not find a way to slip it into Zhang Hongbo's home?" Su Chen suggested after thinking it over.
Sun Tai's fat face twitched. Su Chen continued, "Otherwise, report it truthfully, or just pretend this never happened."
"That's all I can do..." Fatty Sun sighed. Seeing the meaningful look in Su Chen's eyes, he explained, "It's not that I'm scared. The situation is special right now. If I submit it, who knows what kind of struggle it might trigger."
Sun Tai consoled himself. "Besides, Zhang Feng—the City Lord's younger brother—is in charge of trade. It's such a lucrative position. How could he