This scene was immediately captured by countless reporters.
"Thank you very much for your trust and support in me!" Mo Bei thanked him sincerely and personally sent General Welsh out the door.
When she returned to the factory office, the subordinate who had just left had also returned. "Miss, I went to inquire. It is indeed Xiaobai. He seemed to have gone to the warehouse just now."
"What is he doing in the warehouse?" Mo Bei asked.
"It seems to be picking up goods."
"Pick up the goods?" Mo Bei became more and more confused, "Let's go, let's go to the warehouse and take a look."
The two came to the warehouse together. As soon as they entered the warehouse office, they saw a man in a suit arguing loudly with the management staff.
"It's out of stock. If you tell me now that it's out of stock, how do you want me to explain it to Mr. Joy?"
"But, there is really no stock now."
"Nonsense, there are clearly 30 million yuan in inventory in the warehouse, how can there be no goods?"
"There is indeed inventory in the warehouse, but it was taken away two hours ago."
"What's going on?" Mo Bei strode in.
The man in the suit was Joey's assistant Mark. When he saw Mo Bei, his face was a little nervous, "It's nothing, I have something else to do and I'll leave first."
Mark left in a hurry, and Mo Bei's eyes fell on the face of the warehouse manager, who briefly explained what happened, "Mr. Mark came to pick up the goods. The incendiary bombs in the warehouse were stored two hours ago."
The husband had already sent someone to pick it up. When he heard that there was no goods, he had a big quarrel with me."
"Mo Wen?" Mo Bei pondered for a moment, already sensing something was wrong, "What did he do with these goods?"
"I'm not sure about this." The warehouse manager looked helpless, "I can only act according to the rules."
"Show me the bill of lading."
The other party immediately opened a folder, found a document from it and handed it to her. Mo Bei took it in his hand and took a closer look, and sure enough it was Mo Wen's signature.
Putting the documents in his pocket, Mo Bei reminded in a deep voice, "Don't tell anyone about this matter without my permission."
"Yes." The warehouse manager agreed immediately, "But Mark already knew about it just now."
Mo Bei nodded lightly, "Don't worry about this, just continue working."
After saying that, she hurriedly led her men out of the warehouse, took out her mobile phone from her pocket and dialed Mo Wen's number, but she couldn't get through.
"Go get my computer and help me get it back to Mo's house later. Give me the car keys."
An ominous premonition arose in Mo Bei's heart, and he immediately asked his subordinates for the car keys, rushed to the parking lot, drove the car and rushed out of the factory.
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Qiao's mansion.
Joey placed the phone heavily on the phone, still cursing angrily, "A bunch of guys with no credibility, shameless people!"
The person who called just now was a Middle Eastern customer he had contacted before. The customer originally promised to order 80 million incendiary bombs from him, but suddenly he called and said that he would not order. Joey was naturally very unhappy.
"Sir?" The men looked at his face and asked cautiously, "What happened?"
"Those guys in the Middle East have canceled the transaction." Joey stood up angrily and said, "Inform Mark that there is no need to carry the goods."
The man immediately took out his mobile phone, dialed Mark's number, listened to a few words and then handed the receiver to Joey, "Sir, Mark wants you to listen to the call."
