Lin Mo squatted in the corner of the warehouse, sweeping the dust on the shelves with the feather duster in his hand. He has been doing this job for almost three years. From the stupid young man he just graduated from, he has become the half-dead person he is now.
"Xiao Lin, you put that pile of 'garbage' in order for me. Put out the ones that can be sold, and the ones that can't be sold... Well, just do whatever you want to do."
