I took a deep breath: "It was consigned by a friend."
"What's your friend's name?"
"My surname is Lu, my name is Lu... Lu Ci." I made up a name, using the name of the programmer in my dream last night.
"Where are you from?"
"He's from Tianjin Wei, he says he's a sailor." I said the story I had planned in one breath. "He knew people from Maolong Match Factory. He stocked up a batch of goods before it went bankrupt and wanted to sell them in Beijing. He asked me to sell them on his behalf and give me two cents of the profit."
Feng Buping stared at me and said nothing.
