My Brother Sold Chicken Feet and Shipped Them Differently, but He Asked Me to Take the Blame.

My brother sells bone claws live on a certain platform. Orders for the Double Eleven live broadcast room are booming. My brother ordered me to come back quickly to pack and ship the goods. And then told me to ship the goods according to the address. Category A claws are distributed in urban areas, while category B claws are distributed in rural areas, and there are many lemon slices weighing on the scale. I advised him to be kind. But he bit back and joined the whole family to scold me. Later, some customers went to the hospital after eating his technology and ruthless bone claws. But he was so arrogant that he refused to admit it. And they put everything on my head and made me take the blame, causing me to be arrested. Until I was reborn and returned to his live broadcast selling claws...