Taking the warehouse

"Can I exchange it for money" Fang Xing sat in the cramped rental house, eagerly awaiting a response from the other end of the phone.,Gradually waking up, I found myself in a vast space filled with things. Rows upon rows of warehouses, stacks of containers...,Fang Xing picked up a piece of beef. In June's weather, the icy beef made his hands numb.。