Chapter 88 Unexpected Investigation
Late night, at 11:30 PM.
A pharmaceutical salesman wearing a thick cotton coat entered the warehouse, cheerfully shouting, "Robert, come down for a bit. I'm here to pick up the quota."
As soon as he finished speaking, Todd, with a buzz cut, opened the door upstairs and poked his head out, asking, "Do you picking up the quota?"
"I just got back, getting ready to hit the road in a bit."
"Wait a moment," Todd called out, went back inside to get the keys, locked the door, and then came downstairs.
Seeing Todd holding the keys, the pharmaceutical salesman was a bit puzzled. "Are you distributing the quota now? Got promoted, huh?"
"No." Todd smiled. "Robert had something to do and left, and Matt isn't here either, so I'm filling in for a bit."
"It seems that you are also quite valued and utilized."
"Don't talk nonsense. Robert is just a carefree guy," Todd casually replied, "If Benjamin were here, it wouldn't have been my job."
The two chatted as they walked to the door of a room at the back of the first floor. Todd opened the door with a key and said, "Wait here."
"Okay."
"What medicine do you need?" Todd asked.
"Five big boxes of SwiftRelief," the pharmaceutical salesman responded softly.
Todd nodded, walked into the storage room, and grabbed five boxes according to the labels on the boxes.
Meanwhile, at a nightclub.
Robert, with his arm around the captain of the security team, said, "Don't worry. You take care of me, and I'll make sure to return the favor. Here's the deal. I'll let you go downstairs and pick a girl from the rooms. Take the one you like."
"What if I don't like any of them?"
"Got such high standards?" Robert brushed his hair. "If you don't like any of them, then I'll have to take one myself."
Everyone burst into laughter.
The captain of the security team turned to Andrew, giving a thumbs up. "Robert is really interesting."
"In the future, if there's anything business-related, we'll need your help." Andrew raised his glass.
"No problem." Andy waved his hand, flattering Andrew, "The police chief is practically in your pocket. How could I not listen to you?"
"Don't... don't say that. You talk like this in public. Are you trying to get me killed?"
The two exchanged pleasantries and happily drank their wine.
On a street in the Black Street District.
The pharmaceutical salesman who had just picked up the goods from Todd stood in an alley with one hand in his pocket, looking around.
After a short wait, a frail old man, brushing the frost and snow off his beard, quickly walked over.
"You're here, sir?"
"Where's the medicine?" the old man asked bluntly.
The pharmaceutical salesman looked around again before taking out the medicine box from his coat and handing it over. "Two boxes in total, 16 dollars."
The old man was stunned. "Give me two more boxes."
"No, no." The pharmaceutical salesman shook his head. "One person can only buy two boxes. Hurry up and pay."
"Just give me two more boxes. In these chaotic times, if the medicine supply stops, my son will die," the old man pleaded, "Give me two more boxes, and I'll pay you an extra 2 dollars, okay?"
"It's not about the money," the pharmaceutical salesman said with difficulty, "It's that, but I'm not allowed to sell too much."
"Just give me two more boxes, no one will know. Hurry up," the old man said urgently, "I'm begging you, okay? Next time, I'll bring you two more customers. On our street, many people work in the radiation zone and are sick."
The pharmaceutical salesman looked at the old man, feeling sorry for him. "Why work in the radiation zone if you know it's dangerous?"
"If we don't work, we'll have no money and starve. If we work, we get sick. What can we do?" The old man sighed.
The pharmaceutical salesman, feeling helpless, secretly took out another box of medicine and handed it to the old man. "I can only give you three boxes at most, or I'll get in trouble."
"Alright, I'll give you another 10 dollars."
"No need. I don't need your extra 2 dollars. Save it to buy some food for your kid," The pharmaceutical salesman replied softly.
"Thank you." The old man took the medicine, paid, and hurriedly left the alley.
The pharmaceutical salesman waited in the alley for a while before disappearing into the night, heading to the second delivery location.
At the nightclub.
Andrew was drinking when his phone suddenly rang. He stepped outside to talk for about five minutes before returning to the private room.
"Fuck, I thought you had left again." Robert, his face flushed, waved his hand. "Come, let's play a little game."
"Not now." Andrew sat down and pulled Robert aside. "Did you ship out tonight?"
"We ship out every day."
"Then quickly call the guys and stop all shipments for tonight." Andrew frowned. "The police department is conducting an investigation tonight. They didn't notify me beforehand, so it might be serious. Make sure nothing goes wrong."
Robert was stunned. "Why?"
"Maybe some big shot from Stardust City is coming, I'm not sure. Just stop everything for now."
"Okay."
Robert got up and called Todd, but there was no answer. Frustrated, he shouted to his assistant, "Carl, hurry back to the warehouse and tell Todd to stop all shipments and lock up."
"Got it." Carl Fisher nodded.
Robert then called several other pharmaceutical salesmen, instructing them to stop all shipments and go home. By this time, the young man who had sold the medicine to the old man had already sold all five boxes.
Past midnight.
Carl returned to the warehouse and shouted to Todd, "Robert called you, why didn't you answer?"
"My phone is almost broken. It didn't ring," Todd explained as he came downstairs.
"Robert told me to tell you that the police department is conducting an investigation tonight, so we need to stop all business," Carl said loudly, "Let's pack up and go home."
Todd was stunned. "Why is the police department suddenly investigating again?"
"No idea." Carl shook his head. "Let's hurry up. Lock the door and take the account books."
"Okay." Todd nodded with a strange expression.
In the slums on the outskirts of the city.
After returning home, the old man used a disposable syringe to inject his bedridden son with the medicine.
"Dad, don't buy me medicine next time. It's a waste of money," the son said weakly.
"I don't want to buy either, but you're my son." The old man sighed. "Open your mouth, and eat something."
In the dimly lit room, the old man fed his son and then dozed off in a chair, waiting to remove the needle.
About half an hour later, the son, who had been lying quietly, suddenly started breathing heavily, his eyes wide open, and he hit the old man in the face. "Dad... Dad... I feel terrible... my chest hurts."
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