Lin Mo squatted in the corner of the storeroom, lazily brushing dust off the shelves with a feather duster. He’d been doing this job for almost three years, going from a green kid fresh out of college to the half-dead wreck he was now.
“Xiao Lin, sort out that pile of ‘junk’ for me. Put out anything we can sell, and the rest... Well, just do whatever you think is best.”
