Melvin and Jason trotted out, looking at the car full of imported Vodka and cheerfully said, "Boss, this batch of goods can sell for at least tens of thousands of US Dollars!"
"Quit the chatter, move the goods."
Allen Zhang had them two take care of the moving, while he himself went into the bar's office to slack off. Today, Mary and Guise were both there, and warmly greeted the General Sect Leader upon his arrival.
Guise brought over a meticulously mixed glass of Brandy with ice, and right after, barged into the General Sect Leader's office, all eager to please, "Boss, we haven't seen you in days, you seem to not care about the bar's business at all!"
"What do you mean? Aren't you guys running it? The bar's business is booming, and I've seen it all. Last time I was here, you weren't around; how can you say I'm not interested in the bar's business?"
Allen Zhang sat in the boss chair, took the Brandy from Guise, tasted it, and checked the project list on his computer.
