Zhu Yu didn't expect this guy to be so fast. He nodded and walked over.

Sure enough, the warehouse was very clean, and I didn’t know where the things in it were thrown.

"You won't throw things around, right?" Zhu Yu asked.

"No, no, no." The brown-skinned young man pointed outside and said:

"I called two helpers, and together they threw the things outside to the big trash can across the road. There were still some things left, and a homeless man wanted to leave."

"Okay, I believe you." Zhu Yu locked the door, took out a hundred dollars and handed it to the young man, "You have a great future, come on, young man!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, but after taking the hundred dollars, he said excitedly:

"Thanks!"

Then he turned around and ran away.

Zhu Yu went to the administrator and handed over the key to warehouse No. 17, and then received a strange phone call.
Chapter completed!