Drizzt stared at the red warning pop-up window that popped up on the computer screen, his temples twitching.
"Manager Bo, there is another problem with the temperature control records of this batch of cross-border cold chain containers. The customs said there will be a surprise inspection early tomorrow morning. You must check all the documents tonight, and the upcoming goods in area B of the warehouse must also be inventoried overnight." The voice of the department director came out of the phone, like a needle hardened with ice, which hurt his eardrums.
