Wu Yumin leaned in closer, almost whispering in Su Ming's ear, "At the end of the month, there's a major inventory check in the warehouse. In your area, there's a batch of 'special materials.' I need you to quietly adjust the numbers on the books for me."

Su Ming sneered inwardly but put on a facade of fear and reluctance. "Team leader, this... this is falsifying records. If we get caught, I could go to jail!"

"What are you afraid of?" Wu Yumin scoffed, patting his face dismissively. "If the sky falls, I'll hold it up! Just do as I say, and you'll be living the good life in the warehouse."

"Alright, I agree," Su Ming pretended to struggle for a while before finally nodding.